Tang Feiyang's lips curled into a hint of sarcasm. His smile didn't reach his eyes as he lightly raised the corner of his mouth.
"Miss Du, you don't even know who I am. Why did you come in? Just to mooch a meal off me? I absolutely refuse to agree. For an uninvited woman, I won't pick up the tab."
Du Jiaolan was taken aback. She absolutely couldn't believe that this good-looking man, who appeared to be so graceful, would actually dare to speak to a woman like her in this manner, and even expect her to pay the bill.
Although it's not a given that a man should pay the bill when dining with a woman, nor is he expected to treat her to a meal, that was exactly what she had thought, which is why she so easily allowed the waiter to bring her the same dish as the man.
She bit her lip slightly. She could certainly afford to pay for her own portion; it was just irksome to her.
Du Jiaolan's maid overheard and couldn't help but widen her eyes and open her mouth, but she dared not speak out.
