“There is no wine. What should we do?” Luo Qingmin asks, shaking the bottle in her hand.

“Let me order two more bottles.” Han Fei rings the bell at once.

“It’s worth 130,000 a bottle!” Luo Qingmin reminds.

“Never mind. This hotel belongs to Brother Yong. Make yourselves at home, we don’t have to pay.” Han Fei, who is already drunk, says it dizzily.

Luo Qingmin looks at Li Yong in surprise, and she asks, “Is this hotel ...