The decor here was too opulent, making Zhang Xiuer feel this was simply not a place she should be in.
In her discomfort, her emotions became somewhat agitated.
"It's okay, sit down." Zhao Yang stood up and very gentlemanly dragged another chair back half a step, gesturing for Zhang Xiuer to sit.
Zhang Xiuer shot a reproachful look at Zhao Yang but seeing his resolute gaze, not open to change, she had no choice but to sit down as he wished.
Zhao Yang glanced at the petite waitress and noticed her eyes constantly fixed on Zhang Xiuer's wrist, her look as if guarding against a thief, he then said to her, "Don't worry, the watch will be returned to you in a moment. Let my wife wear it for a while; if she finds it comfortable, we might just buy it."
There were a total of four seats around the small table, and seeing Zhao Yang and Zhang Xiuer sit down opposite them, the young couple's faces clearly showed displeasure.
