After washing her face, Zhao Xinlian stayed calm for seven or eight more minutes. Only when she heard Chen Wei calling her to go out for breakfast did she leave the bathroom.
Coming to the dining table and seeing not just the sumptuous but also exquisite breakfast, Zhao Xinlian pulled out a chair from underneath the table with anticipation, picked up her chopsticks, and was about to grab some food when her movement suddenly froze.
Looking up, her gaze carrying a trace of wariness, she asked, "This breakfast, it's not going to be ten thousand yuan again, is it?"
"How could that be?"
Just as Zhao Xinlian's heart, which had jumped to her throat, began to settle, it only managed to halfway descend when she heard Chen Wei continue, "Ten thousand yuan is just the price for a bowl of noodles. This breakfast, at least one hundred thousand, sounds reasonable, right?"
