"I'll have a soda."
Yang Ruijun quickly said.
Given her upbringing, soda was all she knew to order.
As for Shu Guan, his gaze swept over the wine cabinets behind the bar, then casually stated:
"Whiskey, single malt, no ice."
If he had known what kinds of whiskey brands this world had, he would've asked specifically for one.
"Get him a Macavity."
At this moment, a slightly hoarse voice, tinged with feminine allure, rang out from the other end of the bar.
The voice belonged to a woman dressed in a purple cheongsam.
Very few women dare to wear purple, not because of their looks, but because the color requires a certain body shape, maturity, and charm.
But the woman across the bar wore that purple cheongsam perfectly.
