By this time, they had reached the ground floor and exited the restaurant. Bathed in sunlight, Xuxu's tiny, exquisite face was filled with expectation.
Without concealment.
Yan Rusheng halted his footsteps and nodded at her in a serious manner. "Yes."
He knew that this stupid woman had already figured it out.
Damn it, why was she forcing him to say it if she already knew?
His succinct reply instantly turned Xuxu's world brighter and more beautiful.
"Oh." She pretended to blink her eyes calmly. "Actually, your taste in women has improved by leaps and bounds. Weng Meimei's looks and class are far more superior when compared to those actresses like Ouyang Qingqing."
Young Master Yan's blushing face immediately fell.
This woman is really… going overboard with her criticism.
Xuxu smiled brightly instead. "Young Master, the movie's at 3 p.m, and since it's the weekend, the traffic might be congested."
