C168 A Toad Can Never Eat a Swan
In front of the bar at night, the lights were dim.
The aroma of mixed alcohol, mixed with the faint purple tinge of drunkenness on the faces of young people coming and going.
In the corner, the unassuming Mr. Huang sat on the high-end soft sofa and hugged left and right. The sexy lady in revealing clothes was waving her arms while wearing heavy makeup