Wu Chengzu seems different from other wealthy bosses; he didn't take Bai Yiran to any fancy restaurant but instead took her to eat skewers at a street stall.
A chaotic row of street stalls casually set up, with a tent propped up over them, tables haphazardly placed inside, and a grill worker grilling food in front of the stove. Smoke wafts through the entire street, the taste is nice but quite choking.
Bai Yiran's seat wasn't good, as soon as the wind blew, the smoke followed, making her really uncomfortable.
Wu Chengzu stood up and touched her shoulder with his cold fingers, "Let's switch places."
"I didn't take you anywhere fancy, I'm really sorry." Wu Chengzu apologized to Bai Yiran, but she couldn't sense any apology in his tone; it was more as if he said it just for the sake of saying something.
