C282 Old eight's heart of beauty

The waiter was afraid that no one would be able to deal with me if I went out. He hurriedly came over to stop me and let me settle the score.

I secretly cursed the Old Eight in my heart, saying that he would treat me to a drink, but in the end, I had to pay. The meal cost four hundred and sixty dollars and I paid the bill. He quickly followed her out of the restaurant