In a relatively upscale Chinese restaurant on a commercial street in Xuhui District.
"Yu, this place must be quite expensive, right? Shall we find another one?"
Mrs. Bai looked around at the antique-style decor, then glanced at the small stream flowing beneath the glass tiles and couldn't help but feel on pins and needles.
It was as if there were several upright coins pricking her bottom on the seat.
In contrast, Mr. Liu didn't show much expression or reaction.
Ever since Chen Tian revealed his past identity as the chairman of Lianxiang Group, he stopped pretending.
After all, he had been countless times to restaurants far more upscale than this.
Real trees, real streams, and even tables that were cut from whole stumps of huge trees.
Artificial scenes like this one really paled in comparison.
