Looking at his expensive white suit being sprinkled cold from head to toe by the jasmine scented liquor, drooping his shoulders, slowly turning around, looking at the person who was still shouting, Guo Xihao helplessly straightened up.

let the wine roll down from his head, Guo Xihao stood up from the chair like a drowned rat.

the bartender had just planned to put the wine beside Guo Xihao, but he saw that Guo Xihao was like this. The wine was mixed with lemon peel, which made the bartender want to laugh, but he didn't dare to open his mouth, sip his mouth, and close his eyes.

at the bartender's glance,...