Su Yun's distress

When he got home, Song Ying did not enter the house. He just stood at the door and chatted for a while before leaving.

He had accepted the money normally. Both Zheng Ren and Su Yun were satisfied with this. That was a different matter. Manager song was much better than the short fatty just now.

Su Yunhui went downstairs and took out a bottle of Maotai with an iron lid. He came back with a smile and said,""Boss, if you have the chance, can you get me some of this? I've drunk it a few times recently, and it feels different from before."

"Was the wine you drank before fake?"

"Boss, you've been corrupted." Su Yun weighed the Maotai in her hand and said,""I really can't bear to. If it wasn't for the fact that there are so many things worth celebrating recently ..."