"Sir, please..." Before Huang Xiaoxiang finished speaking, a glass of wine poured on his face, and the red cocktail dripped down his face.

"boy, you dare to hit me. I'm impatient." This has not played, the man who is full of wine is still reluctant to give up.

"don't force me." Huang Xiaoxiang's mood at this time was already very impatient. He wanted to bear it for a while, but the other side seemed to regard him as a good bully. He looked at the beautiful women around him with a sense of superiority. Huang Xiaoxiang's right fist was tightly clenched and his strength was fully accumulated.

"what are you...