Xian Zhu stuck out her tongue, but secretly thought she mustn't let Miss be with that rude fellow.
The other party is simply too vulgar, completely unworthy of Miss.
Thinking of being spat on the face just now, her breath became somewhat rapid, wishing to smash that brute.
Xian Ning returned to her box, fell silent, only flashes of brilliance occasionally crossed her eyes, pondering unknown thoughts.
As for Qin Hao at this moment, he summoned the waiter.
"Honorable guest, what can I do for you?" the waiter asked.
For those guests in the private room, they fulfill all their requests.
"Find a Saintess of the Ancient God Clan to serve me, don't tell me it's impossible, you have this service," Qin Hao glanced at him and said flatly.
The waiter slightly opened his mouth, indeed they had such services.
But, it's only for some first-tier families, their strongest just a First Divine Monarch, nothing much.
