Su Miaomiao clenched her teeth, stomping her foot forcefully.
Men are all pigs, talking about love, but in the end they all prefer curvaceous women?
Miaomiao regretted it now, wishing she hadn't come to send the loving lunch; out of sight, out of mind.
It was like a piece of meat she had eyed for a long time, and after much effort, she had wanted to eat.
But now, with a smack, it had fallen to the ground and gotten dirty.
Picking it up to eat felt disgusting, yet throwing it away seemed too much to bear...
Xie Yuan escorted Sophia into the hotel, had the front desk arrange her room, and instructed her in French to rest well.
"Please adjust your condition quickly, I will arrange a meeting with my wife for you later," he said.
Sophia looked at Xie Yuan with confusion and replied in French,
"Mr. Xie, I don't understand; you brought me to China to treat your wife, yet you haven't told her. Perhaps you could let me meet her, I could help her."
