This place was the center of the American territory. Different from the scenery of Randy capital or the South East continent, the public was sentimental and attracted. Along the way, even when she was driving, she received many women's leer.
There were all kinds of women, even if she was driving a shabby car. During the parking time, a young woman boldly inserted the card into the window.
Shi Jiu, who boasted of her toughness and indulgence, felt that she was nothing compared to the women in America.
The group of people had disappeared. Shi Jiu looked in the direction in which they disappeared, turned around then left.
Soon, she came to a cafe.
"Knock, knock."
"Sir, what can I do for you?" The shop assistant was making coffee. The mellow and strong smell was tempting. Shi Jiu handed several bills to her.
"A cup of Blue Mountain and a cup of French toast. Thank you."