The warm and romantic Western restaurant.
The sound of piano music flows through the air, mingling with the aroma of food, making one feel joyful.
Xu Qing sat poised on a light gray chair, trying to make her eating habits a bit more elegant.
Today, her mother finally left, and she could breathe a sigh of relief.
It must be said, Ms. Han can really be tiresome.
The three or four days she was here, she was either attending a wedding or dragging Xu Qing around in the Bentley Continental, taking a bunch of pictures.
After taking a bite of the delicate and soft pan-seared foie gras, Xu Qing couldn't help but sneak a glance at Tang Song across from her.
He slightly lowered his head, focused on cutting the steak in front of him.
The knife and fork in his hand seemed exceptionally elegant, each cut was just right.
The juice from the steak slowly seeped out.
Xu Qing couldn't help but blush slightly, gently rubbing her legs together.
