When Xia Wanyuan rushed to the hotel private room, Prince Charlie and An Luo were already there.
The two of them sat opposite each other with a hint of hostility.
"You're so slow." An Luo looked at Xia Wanyuan in disdain.
"We agreed on eight o'clock. It's seven fifty now. I'm not late." Xia Wanyuan took out her phone and showed An Luo the time.
"…" An Luo pursed his lips, feeling very angry.
Although Prince Charlie was not familiar with An Luo, from the various rumors, this child's temper was extremely strange. Furthermore, because of his high status, no one dared to offend him. Now that he saw him suffer in front of Xia Wanyuan, Prince Charlie looked at her with admiration.
All the guests had arrived and they began to serve the dishes.
An Luo was as picky as ever. He frowned and looked at Xia Wanyuan in disdain. "This tastes bad, this tastes bad, and that tastes bad too."
