The Boxing Match

Before Aydan finished his words, he was hit on the head.

Phillip withdrew his hand with an indifferent face and walked into the shop while hugging Ann's waist.

"Don't care about him."

Aydan covered his head and looked at Phillip's back. He had to follow behind them in grief.

The shop looked like an ordinary bar.

It was not as noisy. The decoration was simple and elegant. The most eye-catching thing was a mahogany wine rack that occupied an entire wall. There were countless varieties of wine on it, and Ann seemed to have seen a brand on the Internet.

It cost hundreds of thousands, and even a sip of it was worth several thousand.

She was surprised to find a luxurious tavern nearby, and at the same time, waiters came to serve Phillip and Aydan as if they had known each other.

"Phillip, Aydan, Joey is waiting for you down there."

Phillip raised his eyebrows.

Aydan, who was following behind them, looked excited when he heard this. "What are the odds?"