Indeed, a chef was a chef. Ming Shu was very satisfied after the meal. On the other hand, Xia Xian found a way to deal with Ming Shu and brought her to a high-class restaurant in Green City after she finished the French cuisine.
Ming Shu told herself that she wouldn't eat it and that she could afford it. However, when the food came, she remembered nothing.
At one in the morning, Ming Shu lay lazily in the car and sucked her yogurt drink. She muttered, "What help do you need?"
Xia Xian's mouth twitched. It really worked.
Xia Xian sat up straight. "Just a tiny favor. I just wish to ask for Miss Wen's help to find a person. With your connections in Green City, you are more reliable than us."
"When I find the person, do you need me to help you all kill him or her, too?" Ming Shu tilted her head. Loose hair blocked her eyes. "You want me to do all this for you just because you treated me? You are thinking too much."
