Chu Feng and Mia returned to the restaurant, and Mia's eyes lit up at the sight of the newly arranged dining area.
At this moment, there was only one table in the center of the restaurant. The table was set with top-tier red wine, the finest Western cuisine, and of course, a pure gold candlestick, along with a candle emitting a warm glow.
"Brother Feng, this really is a wonderful evening. I love such dinners, thank you!" Mia said, then planted a sensual kiss on Chu Feng's cheek.
Polite waiters pulled out chairs for the two, and then the restaurant's manager came over, handing Chu Feng a room card, and said, "Mr. Chu, this is by the chairman's order. This is the Presidential Suite's room card on the 32nd floor. I hope you can enjoy your night to the fullest.
Chu Feng got a headache when he heard the manager's words.
Dong Wanliang did handle things well, but sometimes too perfectly.
