C67 Poor

In Yang Hu's car, Sun Feifei held the third cup of wine, her brows locked together tightly. After a long while, she put down the glass with a smile, "Boss Yang, are you trying to get me drunk and then do something?"

Because it was a half-joking tone, it sounded like there was no intention to doubt. After Yang Hu heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed