The waiter was momentarily dumbfounded by Feng Fan's response, but wisely kept his thoughts to himself. It wasn't his place to voice out his opinions.
Qian Xiaoli, already used to Feng Fan's eccentric behavior, merely chuckled. "Let's go," she said with a playful smile.
She took his hand and led him up the stairs, their footsteps echoing softly as they ascended to the top floor. At the very end, she guided him toward a private table located in a cabin at the center of the floor.
As they passed through the elegant curtains, Feng Fan took in the luxurious setup.
A semi-circular couch wrapped around a table carved from polished stone, its surface smooth and gleaming.
A small bell and a menu listing the restaurant's dishes were already placed on the table. Feng Fan glanced at the menu and gulped, already dreading the exorbitant prices he was sure to find.
