"Stinky poor guy!" Gu Xue curled up his lip, "Goodbye. Hey, don't worry, as I said, no one will bother your bar anymore."
Whether for comfort or perfunctorily, Ye Tian smiled and nodded, "I believe."
The taxi started the engine and left, and it wasn't until the tail lights were out of sight that Ye Tian turned around and walked back, rubbed his somewhat stiff face with his hands, and slowly walked towards the "Nightlife" bar. From this night on, the bar was branded with the name Ye Tian.
Thinking about the earlier scene, Ye Tian couldn't help but laugh, surprised at his own eloquence, but at the same time he wondered, why couldn't his political reports in the army ever pass? Smiling wryly, he shook his head and walked into the bar.
