Dirty Dream

Meanwhile, in the hotel restaurant, Xu Jiaojiao glanced at the menu that the waiter had just handed her. She then gave the menu to the man opposite her. "I'll eat anything. See if there are any dishes you like." She could only roughly read the names of the dishes on the menu. There were no pictures, so she was afraid of making a fool of herself.

Qi Shenbai did not seem to notice her little scheme. He took the menu and skillfully ordered a few dishes. When he spoke English, his accent was proper, and his magnetic voice was as pleasant as a cello.

Xu Jiaojiao sighed inwardly. Not only was he rich, but he was also so handsome! He was amazing in all aspects. God really favored him.

After lunch, Qi Shenbai ordered an iced Americano. After drinking half the glass, he said in a low voice, "Let's go back to China in the afternoon."