Wei Anning broke out in a cold sweat. When had she turned into a little pig? And a pig... flip the table, where did she resemble a pig? Was there ever such an elegantly beautiful pig?
Leng Youchen signaled the waiter with his eyes to leave, and by the time Wei Anning wanted to call him back, he was already far away.
She felt like Mother Liu entering Grand View Gardens, sitting in such a high-end restaurant inevitably made her uneasy and constrained. She slumped her little face and said, "Hey, Leng Youchen, even if you're rich, you can't be so capricious, what if we can't finish it all, it's so expensive."
"No problem, if we can't finish it, I'll have it packed for you to continue eating on the cruise ship." Leng Youchen took a sip of water from his crystal glass, the square diamond buttons on his pink sleeves sparkled under the light, and he exuded an aura of nobility and a cool detachment.
