The assistant pushed the door to the villa, and when he was sure it was locked, he turned his head and glanced over at Qiao Anhao. He moved his lips, but looked as though he was hesitant to say something. In the end, he just pulled open the car's door, and said to Qiao Anhao, respectfully as always, "Miss Qiao, please get in."
A terrible feeling shrouded Qiao Anhao's heart as she stood there staring at the assistant with her shivering, colorless lips and pitch-black pupils.
The assistant turned his head and looked towards the lush trees in the distance with a distressed look on his face. After a while, he took a deep breath, and then looked over at Qiao Anhao once again and said, "Miss Qiao, it's almost dinner time right now. If you don't mind and you aren't busy, can I treat you to dinner?"