Chapter 28_1

Under the dim and ambiguous light, Qiao Qianning looked at Beigong Cang seated opposite her. He was holding the gold-embossed menu, ordering in fluent English from the waiter.

The square table between them was covered with a delicate white tablecloth, a coffee-colored table flag, and there was also a rose, blossoming as if drenched in dew. Gentle piano music wafted through the air, illustrating the luxury of the Western restaurant they were in.

Someone of Qianning's status should not have been there, for all of her savings wouldn't afford even a drink in this place. But that day, Beigong Cang brought her along, and it was just the two of them.