I smiled, said nothing, and tried to sit as upright as possible. The skirt was fluffy and short, and apart from making it look cute, it had no practical purpose. Of course, I didn't dare to say this.

Atobe snapped his fingers, and someone immediately came over pushing a dining cart.

I frowned as I looked at the beautifully decorated steak in front of me, but with bright red bloodshot eyes, confirming once again that Atobe and I have a very different taste.

"Are you dissatisfied with the dinner arranged by me? Uh-huh?"

Dinner? It’s only around three o’clock right now! But it can’t be considered lunch.

"Hey! Atobe! This seems to be not yet cooked yet!"

"What a gorgeous woman. Medium rare filet mignon has the best taste. This is my favorite!"

As a person who is proficient in cooking, I certainly know that food without any processing tastes the best, but looking at the bright red bloodshot eyes, I really couldn’t eat it! I looked at the steak with a troubled face, and then looked at it again Look at the traces.

Seeing that I refused to eat, Atobu snapped his fingers helplessly and said to the waiter who came over: "Give Miss Murong a well-done steak instead."

I smiled and said to the young waiter who came over to take away the plate: "Sorry to trouble you!"
Chapter completed!