Mr. Gong, your Liuba

Leng Xiyue was a little unhappy. She took out her phone and called Zhoutian.,He guzzled down copious amounts of alcohol, crying all the while as he lamented the years of dedication and effort that had amounted to nothing.,Leng Xiyue didn't even look at the other person, assuming he was a bartender. She grabbed his waist, her voice husky with alcohol, and cried, "I feel sick, take me to take a bath..."。