Ming Ge struggled to control the urge to curse and dragged a chair to sit down with a blank expression.
After being cooled by the sea breeze for a few minutes, the steaming hot steak had gotten a bit cold.
Although uncooked steak can be eaten directly, a medium-rare steak that's cooled inevitably affects the taste.
Especially for someone picky.
Ming Ge didn't care. She had suffered all sorts of hardships in her past life and could eat a half-cold steak without a change in expression.
She understood the situation clearly; right now, it was akin to being under someone else's roof. Although the man in the wheelchair had a decent attitude towards her—no locked-up treatment and even prepared a seemingly exquisite and lavish dinner—Ming Ge instinctively felt a deeply hidden danger beneath his carefree appearance.
