Would this news be very valuable to the tabloids?
Gu Qiqi thought unkindly.
Gong Jue's face darkened when he saw Gu Qiqi's smile.
This stupid woman actually dared to laugh at me!
She even said that he—couldn't?
No way!
Wasn't it just… Spicy skewers?
I'm not even afraid of a hundred billion-dollar order, so why would I be afraid of this two-dollar bamboo stick?
Gong Jue pursed his thin lips coldly. His long and slender fingers picked up a bamboo stick as if he was holding a cigarette.
It was a series of lung fragments.
It was filled with fragrant sesame seeds.
Gong Jue closed his eyes and was about to eat it.
At the table nearby, Special Assistant Lu suddenly said nervously, "Master Jue, that is very spicy! It's very numb! I've tried it before!"
Although she was very reserved, the nervousness and anxiety in her tone was just short of saying, "Master, you can't. You can't eat spicy food. Don't force yourself."
