The waiter brought each dish to the table and then inquired of Da Mi, "Mr. Ye, the wine has already been decanted. Shall I pour it for you?"
"Sure." Da Mi responded.
He looked at Ye Zhenzhen and said, "Before you arrived, I had already ordered the dishes— all the ones you used to love. If you don't like them, we can order something else."
Song Jinze looked at the dishes on the table and the cake beside them, the aggrieved feeling in his eyes growing stronger. The ones she used to love?
Does that mean if he hadn't followed her here today, she would have been here celebrating her birthday with this guy, drinking red wine?
Moreover, as far as he knew, it wasn't Ye Zhenzhen's birthday.
He lifted his eyes and said to the waiter, "Could you pass me the menu, please?"
The waiter, noticing the tension among the three of them, didn't dare to say much and handed the menu to the man with the gloomy expression.
