They dined at this hotel, seated in the most luxurious suite, spacious and quiet, rich and elegant.
Inside the suite stood two tall female waitresses in cheongsams.
Shi Yuhuan and Song Qinghuan took off their coats and the waitresses naturally took them and hung them up.
Such attentive service made Song Qinghuan somewhat shy and bashful.
After serving the dishes, the two waitresses quietly retreated.
At the long table, Shi Yuhuan and Song Qinghuan sat at opposite ends, without any communication in between.
Although many dishes had been served, Song Qinghuan hadn't had her fill during the meal.
The fresh and expensive black truffles and foie gras from France, served on large plates, were only present in small amounts, just enough for Song Qinghuan to pick her teeth with.
When they were about to get in the elevator to return to their rooms, Song Qinghuan suddenly stopped and lowered her head, "You go ahead, I'm going out to buy something."
