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The waiter saw Liu Mou, drunk as a skunk, trying to give him money, and was immediately at a loss. In this bar, all the staff knew the person before them was the boss, and now, the boss wanted to pay for drinks in his own bar—who would dare to take it? Taking it would be like resigning.

"Boss, you don't need to pay," the clever employee said as he took the bank card Liu Mou handed over and quietly slipped it into Liu Mou's jacket pocket. "You just enjoy yourself, I'll take you to the resting room."

Suddenly, the next second, with a thud, Liu Mou lay heavily on the floor. You Xue saw this and hurried over, pinching Liu Mou's philtrum in a panic, calling out his name anxiously.

But when Liu Mou exhaled a breath reeking of alcohol, You Xue grimaced, dropping him back onto the floor and watching coldly as he said to the waiter beside him, "Help him to the resting room or a guestroom."

The waiter, stunned, nodded and then squatted down to help Liu Mou up and left the table.