speaking of which, an xiaowan had a lot of new and old grudges.
This miss du in front of him was one of them.
Looking at the beautiful woman with slightly curly shoulder-length hair dyed in flaxen color standing there holding a fruit plate, an Xiaowan curled her lips and leaned into Huo Shen's arms.
lu yange's place was an elegant and obscure place. the women who came in with fruit platters could all choose to drink and play with them. of course, the guests here would not be cheap. as long as they could stay in the private room, it meant that they would be able to return home with a full load.
Du min 'er was holding a fruit plate. Thinking of the head waiter's repeated reminders, she was full of anticipation to stay.
it was said that the most distinguished man in the imperial capital was in this private room!
lu yange smiled and looked at his brothers beside him. " "You're welcome. Order whatever 'fruit' you want to eat."
