Chapter 275 Li Chu

In the afternoon, in a French restaurant's private room, Tyson wore a straddle vest, revealing his arms covered with tattoos. He cut the tender lamb chop on the plate with knives and forks.

He put the lamb chop into his mouth elegantly, which was quite inconsistent with his dress.

He chewed the fresh lamb chop and shook the goblet slightly.

The wine swirled as it shook.

"Mr. Chu, what's wrong? Don't you like these dishes?" Tyson whispered.

There was a middle-aged...