The man walking ahead was dressed in a sleek, expensive suit. Just by looking at his back, he was handsome and distinguished, with an extraordinary aura. Yet the woman walking behind him was dressed like a student, her hands holding the backpack straps, bouncing along, her ponytail swinging side to side like a rabbit following the man.
One seemed like a mature and elegant elder.
One seemed like a playful and lively junior.
After walking a while, the man seemed impatient as he turned back, as if annoyed that the woman was too slow. He frowned, said a few words to her, then reached out his large hand to hold hers, pulling her to his side.
"What do you want to eat?" Matthew Saxon asked as he led her into the elevator and pressed the button for the floor.
Scarlett seriously pondered for a moment, speaking in a negotiating tone, "How about we go for hotpot?"
"Hotpot?" Matthew's brows furrowed slightly, looking a bit disdainful.
