Even if Fang Heng didn't get a slot in the small Tavern, other acquaintances and drinkers would also ask Fang Heng to buy wine and dishes. At first, Fang Heng said that he didn't want money, but it would be bad if he didn't pay after a few times.
Even Mao Ye had helped to get it from Fang Heng's wine shop many times.
"Seriously, the alcohol is a little off, and the sobering set meal is also a little off. It's so infuriating!" One of the customers with thick hair said.
"Then don't order it later." One of his companions replied.
"If you don't want to order, then don 't. I don't believe it." The thick-haired drinker was decisive.
That was what he said, but only God knew how he would do it.
On the other side, Yuan Zhou prepared the sober-up set meal and handed it to Mao Ye. After making sure that nothing happened in the pub tonight, he returned to the second floor unhurriedly.
