After she went out, An Qiao went out too. The lounge was left with only a completely forgotten Bai Yao.
Looking at the open door, her beautiful face revealed a cold smile of resentment.
"Lin Wanwan, I'll remember you! The next time we have a chance to compare skills again, I will definitely not lose!"
...
Tang Chen brought Lin Wanwan to a Western restaurant that was not far away from the corporation.
A long dining table with white tablecloth was placed in front of the window of the reserved room. It was beautiful when the window screen moved along with the breeze.
Lin Wanwan took the dining fork and cut the medium-well steak on the plate without a sound.
That elegant and skillful movement made Tang Chen's eyes darken. There was a hint of meaning in his tone as he said, "Lin's second daughter has good table manners."
