Feng Ruoyan: Underwear thief?
"S-Sir, your order..." The waiter's hands trembled as he gingerly placed the plates laden with a variety of dishes on the only occupied table in the vast, dimly lit restaurant.
Nervously, he attempted to conjure an awkward smile, fearing the judgment of the mysterious duo.
Zhang Wei leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he inspected the spread before him, an air of discerning assessment in his gaze.
The waiter's back moistened with a cold sheen of sweat, an unspoken tension hanging in the air, stifling his breath.
Beside Zhang Wei, Yu Lei's voice cut through the uneasy silence, crisp and demanding, "I didn't order these." Her eyes bore into the mismatched array of dishes, a flicker of displeasure in her expression.