Her face finally lost its blush, like a receding tide, and she secretly stuck out her tongue, almost getting ahead of herself.
The car started, carrying the three of them, and took off before night fully fell.
With full horsepower, the car sped along the asphalt road for several minutes, leaving other vehicles trailing behind until it stopped outside a hotel.
In the city's heart stood a palatial seven-star hotel that, with the night's gradual descent, shone with the luxurious and opulent light of crystal chandeliers.
"The rotating restaurant on the thirtieth floor has good Chinese and Western cuisines, and even the desserts for kids are prepared by Italian chefs. Let's eat here," Huo Zhenyang unfastened his seatbelt, sounding casual and indifferent.
Jiayi swallowed hard. She knew this place was good—after all, it was the most expensive hotel restaurant in Yunling!
She wouldn't even dare to glance inside when she passed by, let alone dine there.
