C110 Halfway Through I Killed My Way out of Beiming Mo

The restaurant was bustling with business as usual.

"Mistress, do you want to book a private room?" Hsing Huo asked in a low voice.

He coldly swept a glance at the seemingly crowded lobby. Almost every table and table was filled with customers.

He subconsciously frowned, then raised his hand to cover his nose. He was too obsessed with cleanliness and was not used to having too many people