Are we done yet? Lan Xinxixi didn't sleep well last night, her head is about to explode now.
This morning she ended up picking up the tab, though everyone chipped in for the cost.
And someone at the end, cluelessly said, "In consideration of Anna, I've already given everyone a ten percent discount, so it's really not expensive."
Damn it, this bastard dares to say that, played tens of thousands in one night and still not expensive.
But more and more acquaintances came to the bar to pay, and a group of people, for the sake of face, had no choice but to reluctantly foot the bill.
Thinking of this, Lan Xinxixi's resentful gaze again fell on the oblivious figure, then continued to shout angrily at the door, "Speed, speed, big red envelope, I'm broke right now."
Since she lost so much last night, she must get it back tonight, and the ones outside tonight are all rich people anyway.
"Hurry up, hurry up, red envelope."
