When complaining comes back to complaining, this person still has to find out, but Li Wenlong feels that he is a headless fly now. He can't even tell the difference between southeast and northwest, let alone find someone.

At a loss, Li Wenlong suddenly found a familiar shadow at the door, which looked like the waiter who had just led him in. Li Wenlong ran a few steps and grabbed the man. "Brother, ask about something."

"What are you doing, let go, it doesn't hurt?" The waiter grinned his teeth and shouted, "How can he withstand Li Wenlong's iron forceps with such a thin body?"

"Sorry, I'm sorry" Li Wenlong...