"Old Wu, this time your brother owes you one, let's drink together someday!"
Manager Wang stretched out his hand and patted Wu Qian's shoulder, leaving with a thoughtful expression.
Wu Qian followed closely behind, wanting to see what method the other party had to break through the situation.
"Hello, sir, I am the person in charge of this area. My unassuming last name is Wang, and if you don't mind, you can call me Old Wang."
Manager Wang stood very politely in front of Song Yun and said, "I think there has been a bit of a misunderstanding about today's events, and I would like to discuss it with you, what do you think?"
"Oh? What kind of discussion?"
Song Yun, flanked by beauties and with his legs crossed, talked uninhibitedly, "You guys can't really have a guilty conscience, can you? Otherwise, why waste time with me here."
