If I could sell ten more properties, I would really travel the world, live in the best hotels, eat the most expensive meals, and buy the most luxurious luxury goods.
Mistaking fish eyes for pearls, truly tragic, truly tragic.
Rong Qingqing and Xiao Guan were huddled closely together, gossiping all the way. At this moment, the filming crew wasn't shooting, so they felt free to gossip boldly.
The flight was delayed, and by the time the group landed, it was already half past twelve.
Rong Qingqing turned on her phone and sent a message to Shen Jue, who replied instantly, clearly having been waiting for her text.
Remember to have lunch when you arrive. If the food there isn't to your taste, have Xiao Guan make something for you; Xiao Guan's cooking is pretty good. —Shen Jue.
The extent of Rong Qingqing's cooking skills is at most frying an egg, adding water, and throwing in a few noodles. It's not inedible, just not tasty—so untasty that she doesn't even like eating it herself.
