Stealing glances at Lu Changchuan and that woman over and over, Jiang Keer didn't even feel like ordering.
She faced the menu delivered by the waiter, didn't even look at it, and carelessly pointed, "This, this, and that..."
Waiter: ...
Facing Ye Wan's speechlessness and the waiter's hesitant difficulty, Jiang Keer lowered her head again only to realize what she had ordered.
A bottle of Louis XVI.
A cup of Blue Mountain Coffee.
A serving of toffee pudding.
Jiang Keer: ...
Having reordered a steak and salad, Jiang Keer looked up and asked Ye Wan, "Sister, that Lu Chuan, he's pursuing you, isn't he?"
"Uh... I guess so,"
said Ye Wan softly.
"What do you mean, 'I guess so'!"
Jiang Keer became anxious, "If he's not pursuing you, would he be so nice to you and Little Cheng? Besides, at the last dinner, he made it very clear and explicit!"
