"Good that you know. Order quickly." Xuxu threw Yan Rusheng a dirty look before taking a sip of water. She refrained from looking at him again.
Yan Rusheng picked up the electronic menu and ordered many dishes. Xuxu could feel Zhao Zheng's heart bleeding profusely.
"I'm done."
Finally, Young Master Yan lifted his head and announced that he had finished ordering. He then passed the menu to Ming Ansheng. "Ming Ansheng, I only ordered a few dishes that my wife and I like. You can order whatever you like. This meal is on Zhao Zheng, so don't be shy."
He then raised his chin towards Zhao Zheng. "Am I right, Zhao Zheng?"
Zhao Zheng's face was as dark as coal, but he maintained a smile, saying, "That's right."
Ming Ansheng had no feud with Zhao Zheng, so he didn't make things difficult for him unlike Yan Rusheng. Just as he had said, they were old classmates.
