Is Your Brother Great?
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The hooligans left in a hurry, and the waiters didn't have time to tidy up the room.
On the left of the coffee table, there was a pile of beer cans, while there were dozens of unopened bottles on the right.
Wang Yan had a smile on his face. He casually picked up a bottle, put the bottle cap in his palm, and twisted open it. With a light pop, the Heineken started bubbling.
He leisurely took a sip. It tasted fine, better than iced Cola.
Song Wei brought Third Fatty into the room and saw this scene. His eyes twitched.
Behind him were two underlings. One was the sales manager of the coking plant who wore gold-rimmed glasses, and the other was the hothead who asked "what are you doing" just now.
This guy had a reputation of being proficient in literary and martial arts
The moment Song Wei had just entered, pulled a small fabric stool over, and sat down right across the group of students, there was a commotion outside the door.