I understand your principles. I'll screen them carefully, so don't worry!
I've heard that some hosts don't care at all about the casualties in a plane as long as they complete their missions.
They're willing to sacrifice a minority for the benefit of the majority, even when that minority is completely innocent.
Other hosts might do such a thing, but her host would never.
Su Qiao got out of the taxi at a busy intersection.
She had successfully signed her first investment contract that morning, and had just gotten a satisfying dose of revenge. Su Qiao decided to treat herself that evening and find somewhere to have a good meal.
Su Qiao looked around, preparing to find somewhere that served hotpot or something similar.
Although it was still August and the weather was hot, she was craving something with a strong flavor.
She had just spotted a hotpot restaurant's sign when, before she could take a step, a car horn sounded behind her.
Cen Mohan got out of the car. "Where are you going?"
"Why are you here?"
Could this guy have been following me the whole time?
Or did he install a tracker on me?
Cen Mohan didn't answer. He looked toward the direction she had been watching. "Going to eat?"
The building was filled with all kinds of restaurants.
"Mm."
While giving him a perfunctory response, Su Qiao had Xiao Si scan her and her bag.
In the end, nothing was found.
Since there was no tracker, there was only one possibility: the man must have been following her ever since the gym.
"I haven't eaten either. I was looking for a restaurant. Want to go together?" Cen Mohan invited her again.
Perhaps because he had spent so long abroad, he was more direct than men from China