C787 Feng Du Xie Chi

Hell's Grill.

On the roof, in a private room, Jiang Chen sat by the window with a bottle of Maotai in his hands. From time to time, he would take a sip or two from the bottle.

"Creak …"

The door was pushed open. Bai Susu, who was dressed in jeans and a white shirt, walked in with a lonely expression.

"Boss