In the quiet Chinese-style private room, there were only two people sitting, one was Aria Grant, and the other was Linda Lewis.
Linda looked at the table filled mostly with dishes that she loved, she raised her head and glanced at Aria: "You seem to know my preferences quite well."
Aria chuckled nervously. If you invite someone to dinner, you need to know their preferences, though prying into their personal likes and dislikes was somewhat inappropriate.
Linda picked up the forks and started eating the stir-fry pork. Aria followed her lead and began to eat. There was no rush in bringing up the matter at hand.
When all else fails, eating reigns supreme.
After a while, they stopped eating. Linda, wiping her mouth, looked at Aria.
"What is Mrs. Linda looking at?" Aria felt uncomfortable under her gaze. Even though Linda's stature was petite, her eyes were incredibly sharp.
Linda shook her head with a smile, took off her glasses, and took out a packet of cigarettes from her bag.
