Compared to Dong Mingyue, Xiao Han was very ordinary.
He glanced around and then nodded, seriously commenting, "This place is not bad, but there's something wrong with the floor. Why not use marble?"
Hearing his words, the waitstaff looked at Xiao Han with even more disdain. Indeed, the flooring here was not made of marble, but it was African padauk solid wood flooring. Although among high-end flooring it was relatively inexpensive, it was still considered quite luxurious and was much stronger than marble.
"You're doing this on purpose." Dong Mingyue shot Xiao Han a huffy look, somewhat amused yet exasperated.
Xiao Han, on the other hand, was not dumb. His knowledge certainly wasn't any less than hers. To say Xiao Han didn't understand the value of this flooring was impossible. The reason he acted this way was probably just to tease her. As for his own face, he didn't seem to care much; for someone whose skin could be compared to the thick walls of a city, this was truly nothing.
