Song Qiao widened her eyes as she looked at the card, as if she was staring at an alien object, and quickly waved her hands with some embarrassment, saying, "I can't accept this, it's too precious."
She was not unaware of this restaurant; it fully represented An City's dining scene. Whether it was the decor or the cost, or even the restaurant's reputation, in An City absolutely no other restaurant could match it; one could even say there are few restaurants in Huaxia that could compare. Many people came here to dine, and she had even heard an exaggerated story of someone flying from abroad to An City just to satiate their craving for the food of this restaurant.
Song Qiao not only dared not accept it, but she truly could not accept it.
