"Ugh... COUGH COUGH..."
"Hehe~ Madam, please eat a little slower. You're just so adorable~"
A piece of meat got stuck in Song Lianhe's throat. Her face turned beet red as she pointed at her neck, unable to breathe.
The male escort put down his chopsticks and raised a hand to pat her back.
A wine cup came whizzing through the air and smashed right into the male escort's shoulder.
"Ouch!"
The powerful impact knocked the escort half off-balance. His shoulder felt as if a hole had been burned through it, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat.
At the same time, Xuan Mei gave her back a sharp pat. Song Lianhe coughed violently, dislodging the object from her throat, and finally felt like she could breathe again.
She looked up at the table across from them, her face still red. Although the man was in disguise, she recognized him at a glance. It was his eyes, especially—they were like two shards of frigid ice, looking at everything as if it were lifeless.
