Jiang Shengyao stared suspiciously at Liu Runxi.
Shen You'an, too lazy to explain much, said, "Ran into each other at the door, what's the problem?"
Jiang Shengyao immediately waved his hand, "Of course, no problem."
Gao Yuyue set down the fruit platter, walked over to Shen You'an, pulled her to sit down on the sofa, and whispered in her ear, "You can't fool me that easily."
Jiang Shengyao glanced in Shen You'an's direction and pressed the bell in the private room.
Moments later, waiters streamed in one after another, filling the marble table with all sorts of fruits, snacks, alcohol, and beverages.
Especially the nine-tier fruit tower that required two people to wheel in—it seemed to hold nearly every fruit imaginable on earth.
Jiang Shengyao coughed and gave Gao Yuyue a crazy amount of side-eye signals.
Gao Yuyue rolled her eyes and picked up a plate of durian, "Wow, my favorite durian! An'an, here, have some."
