Lin Aoxue apparently also smelled something unusual in the air. Of course, she already knew about it. She knew that the dinner tonight would not be too simple.

Of course, in today's view of Lin Aoxue, this is not simple, it means that there is danger, in a sense, can be equated.

"Sit down, please."

Song Tianxiang stood up and made an invitation gesture.

He was reluctant to do this to the murderer who beat his son seriously.

There were only three people sitting in the big compartment and table, which seemed a little empty.

Song Tianxiang looked at Lin Ao-xue and squeezed a smile from his face: "Ao-xue, does...