Cheng Youlin accepted the menu and glanced at it, "I want to try something I haven't had before. Tianyou, the dishes the boss mentioned earlier—I want to try them all, okay?"
"Of course, no problem. Let's go with all the signature dishes mentioned earlier. Ningyan, is there anything else you'd like to eat?"
Su Ningyan picked a few dishes she liked, then glanced over at Shuang'er, who looked listless. "Shuang'er, do you have anything in mind that you'd like to eat?"
"Cousin, you've already ordered so much. I'm not picky; it's all fine. I don't need anything else."
Ever since Lin Zishuang had seen Feng Tianyou and Cheng Youlin earlier, something didn't feel quite right to her.
If someone asked exactly what was wrong, she wouldn't be able to pinpoint it.
After placing the order, a little while later, Ningyan's phone began to ring.
Lord Zhuo was calling. She figured he must be feeling uneasy, so she took the phone and stepped outside.
"Hey, hubby…"
