"So, for thousands of air tickets from the Capital to Hempstead, you just came to have a meal?"

She raised her eyebrows and said. "Uh-huh!"

Sure enough, Ivelle doesn't understand the world of the rich.

After dinner and chatting, she really doesn't know what else Frida is going to do.

Seeing that she seemed to have no intention of leaving, Ivelle had a headache and said. "Miss Biden, we should go now."

"He's coming, he's coming!" She didn't pay attention to her at all and looked at the man who walked in at the door of the restaurant. With an excited look on her face, Frida stared at him like...