Xiao Yang pulled Lin Mohan to the reserved card seat in the bar.

This card seat is in the middle of the bar, so Xiao Yang's desire to hide in the most hidden corner is naturally frustrated.

After sitting down, Xiao Yang snapped his finger at the waiter and a handsome young man came over.

"Hello, sir, what can I do for you?"

Xiao Yang looked at Lin Mohan and said, "Two cups of angel's tears and four bottles of beer."

There was a glimmer of joy in the waiter's eyes. The angel's tears were 6688 yuan per cup. Two cups were more than 10,000. He nodded excitedly and went...