"Sir, would you like me to translate it for you?" A nice-sounding female voice suddenly rang in Twain's ear.
Twain was startled, and was even more surprised when he looked clearly at the woman who whispered in his ear.
"Clarice!"
The person bent down in front of him with a somewhat intimate posture was indeed Clarice Gloria, whom he had not seen in a long time.
"Hello, Tony, we meet again." When Gloria saw Twain turn his head, she got up and held out her hand to him. Twain could finally not look at the spectacle in her low-cut blouse.
"Why are you dressed so professionally today?" Twain's first words were not to say hello, but to ask about Gloria's outfit.
Gloria laughed. "So it looks like Mr. Twain is gazing here." She deliberately stuck out her chest.
