This wasn't about coming to Midnight Bar to seek pleasure, but about looking for Jiang Hao's weaknesses—how could anyone possibly sit down and drink with people here?
Besides, just looking at the other party, they clearly had no good intentions. Who knows if they might slip something into the drink and do something nasty once a person got drunk.
Such incidents were not uncommon, and of course, there was often a sense of one willing to strike and the other willing to endure.
But Song Qian was hardly such an easy person; even if she were to drink, this little bar manager Dao didn't have the status for it.
"Beauty, won't you reconsider? As a bar manager, I do have some minor abilities. How about this, I'll cover your tab for tonight. Waiter, bring us a few more bottles of good wine."
Dao just smiled gracefully, far from showing any resentment; instead, he seemed even more excited.
