"Isn't it, uncle? The drink has not been opened yet, are you overwhelmed?"

Originally, this woman looked about twenty-two years old, and Zhang Han was only twenty-six years old, so that she could directly call out the word "uncle", and the little emotions in her heart can be imagined.

"Forget it, Meng Qi, treat him like a donkey with good intentions, ignore him." The fat girl next to the woman snorted softly.