Just at that moment, a woman's voice came from nearby, "Hey handsome, are you alone?"
Wang Hao looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman with heavy makeup. Her figure and cleavage could score a nine, but her face, caked in makeup to the point it rivaled that of a Peking opera lead's white-painted face, could not be complimented—scoring at most a three or four. And that's without removing her makeup. If she did, she'd probably scare the children to tears.
Just then, a waiter carrying two Dreamland Paradises slowly walked over.
"Sir, here's the drink you ordered. Please enjoy!"
Before Wang Hao could reply, the flamboyant woman took the initiative, casually taking a glass and sipping it.
"Handsome, how did you know I love drinking Dreamland Paradise here? Could this be the legendary 'two phoenixes fly with one heart, minds connected without a word'?"
Hearing her words, Wang Hao almost choked, coughing several times.
