You're Not Satisfied With Me Cooking?

She subconsciously felt Fu Huai'an was a very picky person. For a place for him to "put down his dignity", the food shouldn't be too bad.

But when he parked his car before Haicheng's most luxurious and top-end condominium, the Cloud Top Condominium, Lin Nuan's grasp on her belt suddenly grew tight. Despite trying to keep calm, she still looked extremely guarded.

As the security guard of the condominium walked over to open the car door for them, he respectfully greeted him, "Mr. Fu!"

"Didn't you say we were going to eat?" Lin Nuan looked at him with her clean and clear eyes.

"Yes. Upstairs." He unbuckled his seatbelt and took the cigarette box and his lighter as he got out of the car.

Lin Nuan guessed it must have been some kind of private cuisine. She followed him out of the car.

As they entered the intricately designed elevator, she didn't notice any elevator buttons. After Fu Huai'an scanned his fingerprint, the elevator went up.