C251 Why Is Your Hand Bleeding

When Qiao Muyuan raised his hand, the bartender saw a red liquid dripping down from Qiao Muyuan's hand, dyeing his fair hand red. He asked worriedly, "Sir, why is your hand bleeding?"

Qiao Muyuan winked at Zhang, who was standing behind him. Zhang understood what he meant and handed a cheque of 100,000 yuan to the bartender, "This is the fee for our Master Qiao's drinks