Rong Yan looked at the ultra five-star restaurant that was booked out again and gained an even deeper comprehension of the golden thigh she had latched onto. She flipped through the exquisite and luxurious menu, closed the order list, and her clear-cut black and white eyes gazed at the person opposite her, "Can I really order whatever I want?"
Li Shengxiao raised his eyebrows. When had he ever skimped on her food?
"Anything at all!"
"Deal." Rong Yan smiled and put down the Gilded Menu, taking the lead to pull out her chair and stand up, "Then let's go somewhere else. What I want to eat isn't here."
...
Twenty minutes later, the Lincoln stopped at the entrance of a narrow alley.
Rong Yan got out of the car with Little Baby first, and Li Shengxiao followed, instructing the driver, "Wait here."
"Yes, Mr. Li."
He stood tall, striding forward with his long legs and signaling to the person by his side, "Let's go."
