The waiter looked at Sister Rose, who was in a bad mood, then looked at Xiao Qiang, and shook his head helplessly. This young man had no idea who he was offending. Crossing Sister Rose will only lead to trouble. With this thought in mind, he quickly lowered his head, lest he ends up being caught in the crossfire.
Unbeknownst to him, the music became softer, and more than a dozen bottles of beer appeared in front of Xiao Qiang. To him, a Qi Condensation phase cultivator, this alcohol was no different than water.
'Sir, here is your bill!' As the waiter presented the bill, Xiao Qiang's face changed.
He looked at the tall skinny waiter, his voice becoming hoarse: 'What's this bill about?'
The bill emotionlessly stated: 'Thirteen beers and one bottle of Lafite, a total of twelve thousand yuan. Please pay.'
"What did you just say?" Xiao Qiang's face darkened.
The fact that cultivators are not concerned about money does not mean that Xiao Qiang was willing to be taken advantage of.
