The waiter nodded his head and served the drinks, "Miss Tang, here are your drinks."
"Okay, thank you. Everyone, let's have a toast."
"Hold on, Mo'er, what's in your cup, is that lime tea? Let me have a taste." Lin Shiyu then exchanged her drink with Tang Mo'er.
Han Xiaowan's heart skipped a beat, she wanted to speak up, but it was too late. Within seconds, Lin Shiyu had already drank the lime tea.
Five minutes later, Lin Ruoxi came out of the kitchen. She had specially attended culinary lessons for this trip, easily cooking eight dishes and they had the right appearance, smell and even taste. The smell wafting from her dishes was enticing enough, not to mention, they looked delicious too.
Fu Qinglun hung up his phone call, walking over with his cell phone in his hands. Lu Yan put his wine glass down and curiously asked, "Young Master Fu, which side are you choosing?"
Lin Ruoxi and Lu Qi'er looked at Fu Qinglun with clear expectations.
