Velina glanced at the man sitting next to her.
As usual, the look on the man's face was icy cold, he looked stared at the dishes in front of them so seriously, whether he did not know what to try first, or he was just born that way, with a stiff face like a stone.
Fortunately, he was handsome, so no one would mistake him as a street gangster somehow.
Is it possible that he might be thinking about an important business agreement or is there a problem in his company?
Secretly, Velina thought about the various possibilities that the man might be thinking about.
