Just have one more drink and call it quits, Money Circle.
The whites of Sister Gun's eyes looked particularly cold under the street lamp, like a beauty in an old Shanghai cigarette film. She didn't cry, but she still had the expression of a young proprietress who had her fruit stall demolished by the urban management, gritting her teeth. If you look closely, you can probably see her scalp shaking.
Under the instigation of her eyes that were filled with hatred, I suddenly felt as if my veins had been opened, so I picked up the cup in my hand and touched it.
What are you talking about? It's like we're having an easy time.
Until now, every time I think of this sentence, I really want to run to the street, grab a random person, give him a hundred yuan, raise my face and let him slap him, the harder the better.