The manager looked around, saw no one close to pat Mo Shuangling's buttock, smiled and said, "Today you really can't serve this person, Ye Jia's young master, bad face all night, I think for you."

Moshuangling listened, smiling falsely and jealous of Ding Yiyi. How come this fat job was picked up for her again?

Ding Yiyi came to Box 2, pushed open the door, and a strong smell of wine came in. There was only a dim floor lamp in the box. A figure was sitting on the ground against the sofa, with bottles in front of him.

Ding Yiyi picked up the bottles one by one and asked...