The two sat at the table. At first, Kent consciously chose the farthest seat from the man, but still obediently moved to the seat beside him under the sharp gaze of the other party.

　　It was really hard to understand. MingMing didn't like her, but why was he so stubborn on such details? She had an illusion from time to time.

　　"Since you have the guts to ask me to pick you up, why do you care about the reputation of the Lu group?" in the middle of the meal, Langston broke the silence all of a sudden.

　　How could she say that request was an excuse? Although she had...