Chapter 440 Indirect Kiss

• Finnian led Anna into a cold noodle shop. The place was known for its authentic flavor—famous far and wide—and it was one of the big draws on the food street.
• The moment they stepped in, a ripple of chatter swept through the room. Customers couldn’t help staring—he was handsome, she was stunning. And Anna was a foreign miss, rare on a food street like this. No way she wouldn’t turn heads.
• Finnian ordered two bowls of cold noodles, then took a seat at an empty spot. Anna followed, eyeing the smooth, old-fashioned stool beside him with pure disgust, refusing to sit.