On the wide asphalt road, a black Bentley sped along, finally stopping at a villa in the suburbs. It wasn't until Lin Yixun went inside that she realized this villa wasn't for living in, but was actually a high-end Western restaurant.
Lin Yixun couldn't help but curl her lips in mockery, rich people sure know how to play.
Since it was a high-end place, the service inside was naturally first-class. As soon as they entered the restaurant, a waiter immediately approached to take their coats.
In the Western restaurant, the elegant sound of piano music mingled with the sound of flowing water, and there was a faint scent of lavender in the air, very light, but very pleasant.
When Lin Yixun walked into the restaurant, she found that a small patch of lavender was planted next to the piano stand in a corner of the restaurant. This surprised her a bit; she wanted to see if the lavender was real, but remembering that Leng Yixiu was still by her side, she ultimately gave up.
