"I don't want special treatment." Ye Ranran explained, looking at Jun Mochan's face devoid of a smile.
Jun Mochan gave her a sidelong glance, his eyes deep. "You're my wife, Ye Ranran. What's wrong with having some special treatment? Who would dare to comment?"
Here we go again, Ye Ranran rubbed her forehead: "Alright, Mr. Jun gets the final say."
Jun Mochan took Ye Ranran to a Cantonese restaurant. The weather was hot, it was best to eat something light and non-spicy.
However, Ye Ranran loved spicy food. Unable to resist the temptation for her, Jun Mochan brought her to this restaurant.
The decor was elegant with flowers spread everywhere in the restaurant. It was filled with an artistic atmosphere, looking more like a coffee shop than a restaurant.
"The private rooms are upstairs." Seeing Jun Mochan's distinguished attire, the waiter guided him upstairs.
"Let's sit downstairs." Ye Ranran halted.