"Tian, recently I've been... financially strapped, sorry, I can only take you to a modest little diner," Fei'er said apologetically to Qin Tian as soon as she saw him at the entrance of the Chinese restaurant.
Qin Tian laughed heartily, "I actually like these modest little diners," he said and gave Liu Fei'er a glance before heading straight inside.
Today, Liu Fei'er was wearing a light blue T-shirt, jeans, and sandals. The total cost of her outfit probably didn't even reach two hundred yuan, all from street stalls.
But even though they were street stall finds, when worn by Liu Fei'er, she still exuded an unrivaled air of elegance.
After they were seated in the restaurant, Qin Tian kept staring at Liu Fei'er, nodding as he did so, thinking to himself, "Hmm, not bad, she has elegance... If she were to shoot a commercial, she would definitely be stunning."
"Tian, why are you, you staring at me... go ahead and order,"
