Xu Ningxi, upon hearing that someone would park the car, had no more questions.
Fu Hanzheng took her straight to the private room.
The same one as last time.
On the wall hung a painting by Master Qing Lang.
The first reaction Xu Ningxi had upon entering was—
Fu Hanzheng really knew how to spend, coming to this private room which recently required a minimum spend of 40,000 yuan.
She felt as if her heart was bleeding.
But she didn't have the heart to say anything to him.
After all, this was a celebration for her own sake, she couldn't be so stingy with her own purse, right?!
Fu Hanzheng had long noticed her discomfort and reached out to rub the hair on the top of her head.
"What are you thinking? This private room hasn't had a minimum charge for a while now, as long as you can book this room, there's no spending limit."
Xu Ningxi was so astonished that she was at a loss for words.
"Really? Is that true?"
The corners of Fu Hanzheng's lips gently curved up.
