A man walked over from the back kitchen. He had a tall and slender figure, sharp features, and black-framed glasses that concealed his piercing eyes. His lips were thin, his nose high and straight, and he had a small ponytail, bringing a touch of decadence to his refined appearance.
The man's gaze fell on Tong Yan, and he extended his hand, "Hello, I'm Qiao Jing, the owner of this restaurant and a friend of Mo's."
Emperor Bo is really amazing! Friends all over the world!
Just as Tong Yan was about to shake hands, Bo Yimo took hold of her hand.
Tong Yan was excited. She, she, she was holding hands with Emperor Bo!
Qiao Jing looked at their clasped hands with a meaningful smile, gossiping mischievously, "There's something fishy."
Bo Yimo remained indifferent, his voice calm and decisive, "Rabies is rampant recently, be careful not to get infected."
Qiao Jing's face turned dark, gritting his teeth, "Bo! Yimo! Who are you calling a mad dog!"
