Mr. Gong, your Liuba

"Excuse me, miss, do you need any help" the waiter's voice sounded in her ear.,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...",The one asking the questions was a bartender, but Leng Xinyue unexpectedly hugged the man beside the bartender.。