C59 Wounded by sentiment6

They looked at each other for a moment, then Liu Jianming kept his blade back, and apologetically looked at the boss, and asked softly: I'm sorry, I ruined your table, and even these dishes, how much does it cost?

"A total of five hundred and eighty-eight yuan." After all, he was talking to a devilish figure.

Feng Lei took out 600 yuan from his wallet and gave it to the boss