Charlotte glared at Ethan Baird, then picked up her chopsticks to dab a bit of the hot sauce from the dish. As expected, it was fragrant.
"So, what's going on? Tell me why it's so sudden. You said you couldn't explain it over the phone, but now that I'm here, you can clarify it, right?" Ethan took a sip of plum juice. This was certainly him acclimating to the local customs—him, the young master who even had specific demands for the temperature of his coffee, was now drinking this kind of drink?
"It's not complicated." With the spicy aroma lingering on her tongue, Charlotte's eyes darkened, as if the stars in the sky had suddenly vanished.
