Leng Youchen slightly furrowed his brows and shook his head, "I don't remember."
Wei Anning was momentarily taken aback, then laughed, "It's alright. If you don't remember, I'll just do all the things we did before again."
Leng Youchen looked through the private room at the packed hall downstairs. This was the most luxurious restaurant in Marseille, bar none. To dine here, you had to be either rich or noble; even five years ago, it was nearly impossible to get a seat.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the woman sitting opposite him, "What did we do here before?"
Wei Anning gave him a mysterious smile. If she, as the boss's wife, were to try to book out the place, she wondered if the manager would give her the respect. Of course, she didn't have a penny on her, so she couldn't pay the booking fee.
She handed him the menu, "Order something."
