Yao na glanced at director Jiang and director Wang, who were talking to Zhuang Cheng. Seeing that they weren't paying attention to them, her face darkened. She put the glass on the table and said,""Yuanyuan, how can you be so insensible? Was it that easy to ask the Leader for help? Shouldn't they liven up the atmosphere first? He can't wait to ask for the leader's help, that's too eager for quick success!"
"But ..." Xu Yuanyuan said,"I've drunk a lot of wine, and it's getting late ..."
At the dinner party today, a bottle of Drunken Eight Immortals wine that cost 888 Yuan had become the first choice for many people during social gatherings. At the same price, the taste was even better than those famous white wines.
She had already opened the second bottle. Thinking of this, Xu Yuanyuan couldn't help but feel her heart ache. Her and Zhuang Yan's actual monthly salary was less than 7000 Yuan, but today's meal had cost them a few thousand Yuan.