C1007 College Tournament

Wan Shuyi smiled gently.

"Hehe, it's fine. It's a fair trade."

After three rounds of wine, the dishes had more than five flavors.

Ye Fan patted his stomach. "Glutte, let's go."

"Let's go, we can't eat anymore."

"Have you finished eating?"

... Yes, yes, I'm done eating. " Wan Shuyi nodded.

"Okay, let's go!"

Ye Fan stood up and was about to leave