Three people entered the restaurant, and Li Xiaoru went to the front desk to make a reservation.

Xie Minglang stood beside Charlee Ford, which made him cramped.

"Well," said Charlee Ford, poking him in the arm, "take the initiative later. I don't have to say what to do."

Xie Minglang looked embarrassed and entangled. "I, I am afraid that she is unwilling to talk to me, but I am distressed that she is not doing well now."

"Don't tell me these words, tell her later, you are a man in his thirties, don't look like a little boy in seed of love, come on." Charlee Ford patted him on the...