The romantic lighting and elegant interior of the restaurant made it very suitable for couples to dine in.
Cheng Anya fiddled with the foie gras sauce distractedly, silently praying that she would not bump into that man again. Her poor little heart was not stress-resistant enough to withstand these shocks.
"Anya, why aren't you eating anything?" Yang Zekun asked gently with a worried expression.
Cheng Anya came back to her senses quickly and smiled apologetically. She touched her nose in mild embarrassment. Such an action somehow seemed cute in Yang Zekun's eyes. It deepened his fondness for her.
"Senior, I am so sorry for what happened this time. I did not keep my promise. I deserve to be scolded!"
