Liu Zhizhong wore a gentle smile, his eyes shining like brilliant stars in the candlelight, the words magnetic and teasing, making Luo Yanling's heart tremble.
Her gaze landed on his handsome face, radiant as jade, and for a moment she was entranced, but she quickly realized she was about to lose composure.
She immediately laughed and said, "Oh, come on, Secretary Liu, enough with that. Your wife is prettier and more seductive than I am, how dare I compete? Don't tell me, just because you treat me to a Western meal, I should go to bed with you?"
Liu Zhizhong put on a stern face, and said seriously, "That's not impossible! After all, we live in beautiful times where a bowl of spicy hotpot can win a girl's heart. My dinner invite, how many bowls would that be worth?"