After arriving at the club, Gao Jing's stomach actually felt uncomfortable. He seemed to have eaten too messily at the western restaurant earlier, devouring hot and cold foods at the same time.
"I think I ate too much," he groaned. "That steak was half ice and half lava."
"I really shouldn't have chased that tiramisu with ice-cold cola," he muttered, a bit green around the gills.
Earlier at the Western restaurant, he'd mixed hot and cold food with the reckless abandon of someone who thought stomachs were indestructible.
Lu Qingyan blinked up at him innocently. "You ordered ice cream and soup, what did you expect?"
"I expected to be happy," he replied with a wince. "Instead, I'm dying. Xiao Yan, I'm gonna find the restroom. If someone tries to hit you up, just act like you don't speak the language."
Lu Qingyan obediently nodded her head.
She quietly sat in her seat and swiped her phone.
After a while, she noticed that the people performing on the stage seemed to have changed.
