But looking at Yang Yifeng's demeanor, it seemed like he wasn't taking the advice of the crowd to heart at all. His gaze swept across the inside of the bar and then fixed on the dazzling array of bottles on the shelves behind the bar.
"What's that? All those colorful things look pretty."
Yang Yifeng pointed at the array of bottles behind the bar and at a cocktail that had just been mixed on the edge of the counter while scratching his head, looking every bit the country bumpkin who had just come to the city.
"That's a cocktail. Are you saying you want to compete with me in drinking cocktails?" When Rose heard Yang Yifeng's words, she couldn't hide her impatience. After all this time, the kid really was a newbie who had never been to a nightclub before— he hadn't even seen a cocktail before. Truth be told, Rose was even considering letting Yang Yifeng off now because he genuinely didn't seem like someone trying to cause trouble on purpose.