"Alright, since you're in Thailand, the land of durian, I'll allow you to indulge and eat bulks of them. I'm sure they're cheaper here."
"..." Haoyu was speechless.
It was just durian. Was the President of the Huaxiang Group really going to stoop so low as to penny-pinch when buying durians?
"Haoyu, let's eat here," Su Nian interrupted, pointing to a small diner on the side of the road.
Haoyu's brows slightly furrowed. He had planned to treat her to foods that are beneficial for pregnancy, but he couldn't bear to refuse her suggestion now.
Seeing that Haoyu was merely gazing at the restaurant and showed no intention to enter, Su Nian asked, "Don't you like it?"
"Erm, no, let's go." The two hand-in-hand walked in.
This could arguably be the smallest restaurant Haoyu had ever entered in over twenty years. It might lack fancy decorations, but the atmosphere was remarkably cozy, with none of the expected noise and chaos.
