The man raised his eyebrows, his peach blossom-like face blooming with intrigue.
"Goodness, it's the first time I've seen a woman play with cocktails so dazzlingly, and the key is that her face is even prettier than her technique... But why does she look a bit familiar, as if I've seen her somewhere before?"
After racking his brain, he couldn't recall.
He gave up struggling.
"Never mind, among the women I, this young master, have met, if not a thousand, there has been eight hundred; it's normal to forget someone. I'll simply get to know her again," he decided.
Thinking this, the man snapped his fingers, summoned a waiter, and pointed toward the hall, "Go, invite the most beautiful lady in the place up here for this young master."
"Yes, Young Master Chu."
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Ming Ge was finishing up her cocktail work.
The plump and glossy cherries, with the hue of rubies, were sliced in half by a slender silver knife and adorned the edge of the crystal glass.
