Mo Huasong scratched his head sheepishly. "I don't know about this. I said I wanted a Western meal, and they set it up like this."
"Humph, you definitely had them do this," Liu Lanxi glared at Mo Huasong.
Seeing this, Mo Huasong called out to the outside: "Waiter, could you come here and remove these candles and flowers?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Lanxi became worried and hastily yelled back, "The staff have worked so hard, don't make them do more work."
"Alright, then I'll do it myself." Mo Huasong stood up, ready to handle it himself.
Liu Lanxi, irritated by Mo Huasong not understanding, stomped her feet in anger: "Mo Huasong, if you keep this up, I'm going to get angry."
Why was he taking her playful provocation so seriously?
Did he not understand that girls also enjoyed this sort of ambiance?
Even if she did not like him, she thought this romantic atmosphere was quite nice.
