As the black Mercedes pulled over in front of a French café, Zhang Xiaoling pulled out her phone from her bag and turned on the front camera.
Satisfied with her looks after glancing briefly at it, she smacked her lips before getting off the car.
As the driver drove the car away, she adjusted her dress before striding over to the entrance.
This was not her first time going on a date, and because the person she was going to meet was not her spec, there was only a neutral expression on her face.
There was nothing to be expectant off. Also, it was useless to fake a smile when she wanted to pass a message with her facial expression.
Stepping into the café, Zhang Xiaoling confirmed the private room number for her date.
"Excuse me," she said stopping a waitress.
"How may I be of help to you, Ma'am?" The waitress asked with a polite smile.
"I have a meeting with someone in this room number, where is it?"
