Chapter 227: Think it doesn't matter, do you?

Starry looked at the word "tsk" and was uncomfortable for a few moments. Filip had already returned with the bill, Starry did not continue to talk with Izabella, she turned off the phone screen, slightly looked up at Filip who sat down again: "Is it very uncomfortable?" Filip gave her a look and slowly pulled up his sleeves, "It's okay, I can get used to it." "That seems to be something you're not quite used to now." Starry smiled and took a packet of tissues for him from inside her bag, "The table is indeed a little dirty." She said, taking out another pack of tissues herself and wiping down the table in front of her. Filip pulled up both sleeves, picked up the paper towels on the table, and drew two out to wipe the table. But a few strokes, that paper towel is covered with black and yellow oil stains. A thick brow furrowed for a moment, but stretched when he looked at Starry: "What would you like to drink?" Filip put aside the paper towel that had wiped t