Su Jinci, "..."
Can he take the card back?
Of course, it is…..
Impossible!
*
After paying the bill, Su Jinci stood up with a slightly darkened expression and left the restaurant.
A hundred portions of high-end foie gras and truffles were delivered to the film city by the restaurant staff in Ming Ge's name.
Without spending a penny, she gained a good reputation, won people's hearts, and also badly fleeced Su Jinci.
Ming Ge sat in her seat, pleasantly eating the last dessert.
The eaten plates were taken away by the waiter, and the blueberry ice cream was served in a small white porcelain bowl with gold trim, not large in portion but exquisite and tasty.
Sitting in the clean and bright Western restaurant, a slight turn of the head at the window seat allowed a view of the occasional pedestrian passing by under the blazing sun, with a light step. The hustle and bustle outside the window and the leisure inside formed a stark visual contrast.
