"Yes, a bottle!" Zhang Yantong nodded. Drowning her sorrows in alcohol, maybe she could forget her temporary pain and the melancholy and sadness from that morning. She didn't know why, but when Ye Chen questioned her, she felt particularly wronged, as if the whole world had abandoned her.
The bar waiter said nothing and immediately handed her a transparent glass bottle filled with a clear liquid.
In the afternoon, the bar wasn't crowded. A few men and women were there, and as Zhang Yantong entered, several men immediately zeroed in on her as their prey. Whether for Zhang Yantong's face or her figure, among the women these men had seen, she was definitely considered top-notch.
"Miss, would you like me to drink with you?" A muscular man immediately approached.
