It wasn't until Chef Wang called, "Mr. Han, your table is ready."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Han Lie perked up, his attention snapping back to the present—and Pan Ge was his present.
The little minx had timed her arrival perfectly; Han Lie had only been seated for about five minutes when she gracefully sashayed into the room.
She wore oversized sunglasses and a chic little hat, looking utterly on-trend.
Her gait was steady, her waist swaying subtly, yet the rise and fall of her chest remained enticingly visible.
A warmth stirred in Han Lie's heart.
When it comes to curves, Xi Luting couldn't even hold a candle to her!
Having gained a bit more worldly experience, her delicate beauty now possessed an extra touch of allure, tinged with a hint of mature charm.
She was quite captivating.
"Signature pot, snowflake beef, hanging tender, raw beef balls, baby bok choy, fried tofu skin..."
