"Brother, let's eat first." How could Jair not read Miller's mind? He coughed and ordered the maid to serve the food.

Sherry had just lifted her chopsticks when a maid removed her plate and brought up a serving of cod, and then several later plates of dishes she loved.

She blinked, was she overthinking it? Even if it's a coincidence, it's too much of a coincidence.

Without waiting for her to think more, Nola smiled gently next to her, "What a coincidence, all my favorites ...