Mo Shumei gave a coquettish smile, waved her hand, and a woman in a cheongsam came over with the menu.
"Since it's you who's treating, why don't you order? I'm happy with anything," Xiao Yifeng said indifferently.
"Let's have two servings of French foie gras with caviar, and two bottles of '82 Lafite wine," Mo Shumei ordered.
"Yes, Miss," the woman said respectfully, turning and walking out.
"Miss Mo, this club of yours looks quite impressive, seems like it's worth a lot of money," Xiao Yifeng said with interest.
Mo Shumei's enchanting eyes fixed on Xiao Yifeng, "Even if it's valuable, it's not worth as much as your fiancée's Ye Corporation."
"I'm afraid Mo Group isn't far behind Ye Corporation. Tell me, if I made you my woman, would Mo Group then belong to me?" Xiao Yifeng said with a devilishly charming smile while looking at Mo Shumei.
Mo Shumei leaned in close to Xiao Yifeng, her breath fragrant as orchid and musk, "Well, you'd have to conquer my sister first."
