Chris's pov
Music, candlelight, wine, looking at the bustling night scene, blowing the warm wind at night, I am in a good mood.
At this moment, I really feel like a princess in fairy tales, and everything is so perfect.
"Uncle, how long will you stay in America?"
Kenneth took a graceful sip of a wine glass. "How long do you want me to stay?"
"I hope to see you every day."
"Cheers, as you wish."
"Cheers."
The wine glasses collided and we smiled at each other.
Halfway through the meal, Kenneth suddenly answered a phone call. He got up and wanted to leave. "Chris, I have something to take care of. Can I ask the driver to take you back to the hotel after you eat?"
I'm a little unhappy. "Is it business?"
"Well, yes, I have an appointment with a CEO ."
I knew he couldn't come to Amer
