The man pushed open the door and entered. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and his face was calm. He seemed so different from the other guests in the bar.
His outfit seemed to be more suitable for a high-end place where celebrities gathered rather than such a small tavern that was filled with all kinds of people.
Of course, who could tell the thoughts of rich people clearly? Perhaps they just wanted to experience the fun of a small tavern.
The bartender put on a standard smile. "Welcome..."
Chelsea knocked on her glass unhappily. "What? You haven't poured me any wine yet. Hurry up!"
The bartender had no choice but to patiently coax her, "Miss, there is no more wine. We are closing soon."
"You are lying! They all have wine, but why don't I have it?"
The drunkard was obviou
