Song Qiao's eyes widened as she looked at the card, as if she had just seen an alien object, then she quickly waved her hands and said somewhat awkwardly, "I can't accept this, it's too valuable."
She was well aware of the restaurant's reputation. It was a representative of An City's dining scene, unmatched in decoration, consumption, or reputation. It was the undisputed best in An City, and one could argue that there were only a few restaurants in Huaxia that could compete with it. Many people came here for the food alone, and she had even heard the exaggerated claim that some had flown in from abroad just to satisfy their craving for this restaurant's food.
It wasn't just that Song Qiao didn't dare to accept the gift; she absolutely couldn't.
