Of course, Zhao Rong wasn't really looking for any special services, he was just curiously wanting to explore, um, just like in his previous life when he received a ton of little cards but never actually called any.
So, at that time, Zhao Rong couldn't help but lament how pure the customs and service industry were in this world. Who would have thought that they actually existed but were definitely not intended for the poor and required a first-class cabin to start with.
Merchant, your way is narrowing... Zhao Rong secretly regretted.
At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao blinked as she noticed the silence at the surrounding tables, thinking that they were either too engrossed in listening or were re-evaluating their impression of her, Su Xiaoxiao, and reconstructing a new image of her in their minds.
Like being both beautiful and smart, cute and innocent but with hidden wit and so on.
