C445 Fruit juice

The car slowly stopped at the side of the road. When they arrived, Zhang Yu took out a hundred yuan and passed it to him.

"Alright, take care."

Chen Xinyi did not get off the carriage. Instead, he watched as Zhang Yu entered the pub.

She sat in the car and the driver asked, "Are you going to get off here?"

"No, I'll see if that person can come out later."

Zhang Yu entered the bar once again