"Come in," Franklin said dryly.
The door was pushed open and the waiters came in with a tray on hand. Clearly, they were here to serve the dishes they had ordered.
Afraid that Franklin would be too picky, Emily ordered a lot. That's why six waiters came in a row to set the table.
"Please enjoy yourselves." The waiters bowed respectfully and closed the door when they went out.
"It looks good, but I wonder how it tastes." Franklin picked up the broccoli with his chopsticks, put it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.
Emily was still gasping for air with her mind in a mess.
Her eyes involuntarily fixed on Franklin's lips, thinking that he just kissed her...
But why did he kiss her? She couldn't figure it out.
"Why did you kiss me?" Emily asked subconsciously.
She regretted it the next second and peeked at Franklin nervously for fear that he would get angry.
"What do you think?" Franklin asked her rhetorically.
Emily thought to herself, "How would I know? I just couldn't figure it out!"
"Excuse me." Emily immediately stood up and dashed out in panic.
Franklin glanced at the restroom in the VIP room, shook his head speechlessly, and took another bite leisurely.
He was not in a hurry. Emily was here. She could not run away.
Emily ran outside to the restroom in one breath, turned on the tap, and pounced water on her face.
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