"What do you believe in?"

For some reason, Mo Xiaoxi's heart suddenly tightened.

"Of course I believe in the power of money."

Zhao Lang smoked a cigar and smiled, "You used to have no money and were bullied. Now that you have money, should you return it?"

"Boss, I don't understand what you are talking about?"

Mo Xiaoxi's face turned pale.

"You'll understand right away."

Zhao Lang put down his legs and waved to the waiter who brought the drinks: "Give me a bottle of Coke."

"OK."

The waitress smiled and put the things on the table: "Handsome guy, do you have any other instructions?"

Zhao Lang raised his head, looked at the figures coming from a distance, and said, "It's gone for the time being, but I guess you need another bottle later."

"It doesn't matter."

The waitress smiled and said, "Just treat it as I gave you the handsome guy, don't be polite to me."

"Of course not."

Zhao Lang chuckled lightly, crossed his legs again, preparing to watch the show.

At the same time, the figures also stopped in front of the deck.

"Yo..., isn't this Xiao Xi?"
Chapter completed!