Chapter 857 Pure?

• Bai Qiuhua kept her distance on purpose. Lan Hao didn’t mind at all. He stood off to the side, at ease, a warm smile on his face:
• “Qiuhua, that was a long trip. You must be tired. I booked dinner at the Hilton. If you’re free, do me the honor—join me for a simple meal?”
• He was all manners. He politely opened the Lamborghini’s plush seat, every move smooth and poised, like a prince who’d just stepped out of a fairy tale.