After bidding farewell to the Qi couple, I held Lan Zewei's arm and staggered to the round table to sit.
I sat down on the chair and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
The large round table was covered with a white tablecloth, and the tablecloth was embroidered with an orchid, which looked particularly fresh and unique.
I caressed the fine lines and exquisite patterns on the tablecloth and praised, "It's so beautiful!"
It would be a pity if it was dirtied by the soup. Sigh, rich people were just so overbearing.
Lan Zewei's lips curled into a smile, "You like it?"
"En!" I really like it.
"When the banquet is over, I'll give you two tablecloths." He said casually.
What?
A tablecloth?
He couldn't be going to ask for it from the owner, right?
I was surprised, Lan Zewei's face was too thick.
