The third floor was getting more and more lively.
The steam from the hotpot mixed with the alcohol and the lively atmosphere.
Boss Jiang, finding himself inexplicably left alone at the table after two people started eating meat, finished the last sip of his drink with satisfaction, elegantly pulled out a tissue, and wiped his mouth.
Just a pound of yellow wine.
The girl who left had some, some spilled into the pot, and there wasn't much left.
It wouldn't even get a non-drinking adult male drunk, let alone Boss Jiang.
But still.
The girl had been gone for a while, so why was he still sitting here?
—And it seemed like he had just put down his chopsticks?
Putting the greasy napkin on the table, Boss Jiang, dedicated as ever to frugality, was about to stand up when he paused.
The school beauty junior who had "cut ties" with him not long ago was back in sight.
