Felix Western Restaurant
"Sir, your steak." The waitress served the freshly seared steak, not forgetting to steal a sidelong glance at Rong Che’s exceptionally handsome face.
Under the lazy, dim lighting, Rong Che’s sharp-featured face possessed a striking sense of handsomeness. His perfect features looked as if they had been meticulously carved by a sculptor; not a single flaw could be found.
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