Inside the private room, the mess on the floor had been cleaned up, and the waitstaff hadn't dared to linger for even a second longer. Once they were outside, they finally took a deep breath.
They had almost suffocated themselves!
...
Jiang Ye sat on a chair, his face frighteningly dark.
The legal representative of Yayu Business Company was surnamed Zheng, over fifty years old, and a true local of Nanxi City.
Basically, the possibility that he was some random man was ruled out!
So, who could it be?
Knock knock...
"Young Master Jiang, your drinks." The manager had just personally delivered the drinks—no less than seven or eight bottles.
Besides the manager, no one else dared to deliver them.
The man didn't respond, and the manager, very perceptively, withdrew.
Thereafter, someone began to down one bottle after another, occasionally showing a fierce expression.
