บท 397: Oil Fried Chili

Complete darkness had already fallen in Chengdu at 8:30 p.m. The sky was strewed with stars and it was a little cold on the streets outside. Passers-by were all wearing a coat and scarf. In this high-end restaurant, however, it was as warm as spring.

Almost all ladies wore a one-piece dress and revealed their white arms while men wore a thin shirt with two buttons undone to reveal their uninhibited temperament.

Not everyone in the restaurant was handsome and beautiful, but they all looked decent. The most beautiful lady was the one seated at the second table along the window.

The lady was wearing a bright pink mid-sleeve one-piece dress today with a small part of her white arms revealed. Without anything on the well-balanced legs, her skin seemed to be even paler with a tinge of red in contrast to the hemlines of the bright pink dress

"Mr. Ling, what are your hobbies?" As soon as the lady spoke, she stared at Ling Hong with her watery eyes.