"Lin Yanxia, Zhu Ying, Ding Yueqiu, you are all good friends of Xiaoling. Since you're here in Xiangjiang, make sure to stay a few days!" The man walking in front suddenly turned, his gaze skipping over Bing Ling, and spoke directly to the three women, "If you need anything, just say so. I guarantee you'll have fun here in Xiangjiang."
His demeanor seemed as if he was already very familiar with them.
The three women, however, didn't pay much attention to it.
It was Bing Ling who showed a flash of discomfort on her face.
Because after her husband ran into them on the road, he only said one sentence to her.
After that, all his words were for Yan Xia and the others, and his eagerness to please was too obvious.
Originally, they just wanted to find a place to fill their stomachs, but her husband kept insisting that there was a three-Michelin-star chef at home, and the dishes were not something you could get outside.
