C741 Russian women's alcohol tolerance

"..." Zhuo Ya was speechless once again. She had only spoken a moment ago and that moment when Xiong Yu had taken her as agreement. Now, she didn't even have the chance to retort.

Seeing Xiong Yu drive over with a piece of good meat, Zhuo Ya silently sighed, and did not say anything else. In any case, she was still driving Xiong Yu's car, so she might as well make do with it for a while