Bella Acker sighed.
The private room had no one else inside, so she didn't have to deliberately put on an act.
She put down her wine glass, supported her forehead, rubbed her brow, and laughed self-deprecatingly.
"Click."
The private room door opened again, and Bea walked in, "Bella, where's my brother?"
"He's already left." Bella Acker looked up and said, "Bella, how come you're just right here?"
"It's not 'just right'; I knew Archer Quinn booked a private room here, so I came on purpose." Bea walked over and sat beside her, saying, "But I didn't expect he booked the room to welcome you. When did you come back, and why didn't you call me?"
"I just got back today, didn't have time to call you yet." Bella Acker smiled, "What's up with you and Senior Quinn?"
"Just like you saw." Bea shrugged, "I'm pursuing him, and he hasn't agreed to be my boyfriend yet."
