How could he smile?
Before Louis Wellington could say anything, Selina expressed her dissatisfaction first. "Nancy, I hope you can wake up. We are not here to have dinner with you."
"I don't need you to speak."
Nancy Monica glanced at her coldly, her eyes full of warning. It was already very good for Nancy to be able to let her in for dinner, but she was still talking nonsense.
The next second, her eyes fell on Louis's deep and three-dimensional face, with greed in her eyes. "Have a taste. These are basically your favorite dishes." In order to get closer to him, she especially inquired about his preferences, so most of the dishes on the table were Louis's favorite.
Seeing this, Selina only felt she was ridiculous.
In the following days, Nancy was quite enthusiastic about Louis, while Selina was ignored by her as air. She even poured wine for Louis herself. "Since you have promised me to have dinner with me, then drink with me."