She was a young girl dressed exquisitely and beautifully.
Her phoenix eyes were unique, thin but not small, with the outer corners higher than the inner. The eyeliner at the corners was accentuated by makeup, flicking upwards.
Decorated with two strokes of willow leaf eyebrows.
She looked somewhat fierce, not easy to bully.
Qiao Xi was sure that during her time in the Imperial Capital, she had never seen this girl before and didn't know why she was sitting beside her.
The girl spoke impolitely: "What did Pan Jiali talk to you about just now?"
Qiao Xi asked, "Who is Pan Jiali?"
"The manager of Yunqi Hotel, don't play dumb. These dishes need to be cooked by the head chef personally, yet she served them all to you," the girl picked up a fork, and Old Chen was on guard.
