Su Rui felt that she should have been a storyteller in her previous life. If she talked too much nonsense, God would punish her to come here as a close sister in this life.
Su Rui wiped the wine glass in front of him
"Sister Rui, I'm broken up in love, what should I do..." The innocent sister cried.
"Go to hell." Su Rui's expression remained unchanged.
"Hey! I'm a guest in your nightclub! What kind of service attitude do you have..."
Su Rui sighed. He was obviously the owner of a nightclub, but he had to work part-time as an emotional trash can, soaking in one tragic love story after another every day.
"There is no right or wrong in love." Su Rui explained calmly, "Love is a combination of yin and yang."
Su Rui occasionally gets bored with his job. If he publishes the stories he hears every day, he will surely make a lot of money.
It's a pity that every nightclub story is incomplete and fragmented. Each of the mysterious stories is fascinating and has a beginning and an end.
But, one day, when Su Rui put all the stories together,
They are complete, making Su Rui want to curse