The waiter relaxed, sized him up, and found that the two looked indeed alike. Only then did he say with a smile, “Forgive me, sir, I didn’t mean to suspect you on purpose. It was just a form of protection toward that lady.”
After all, although the public security in the UK was good, there were still countless people seeking revenge.
Noticing Feng Min’s impatience, the waiter didn’t hide from him any further and said quickly, “The lady has just been taken away by another gentleman. They looked like a couple—maybe he’s your sister’s boyfriend.”
In a presidential suite of a hotel, Xi Zhiheng closed the door while holding Yan Anmo in his arms.
After returning to China, her weight had hardly increased, so she was shockingly light.
Xi Zhiheng’s face darkened, but Yan Anmo—who was drunk—didn’t notice at all; she was staring at him with her misty eyes. After a long time, she quietly reached out and touched his sexy Adam’s apple.