At noon, Xiao Mo took Xia Chuqing to the restaurant he had reserved earlier.
The revolving restaurant, located on the eighty-eighth floor, offered a panoramic view of the entire city from the window.
The private room there is usually impossible to book for ordinary people.
Xiao Mo had booked it several days in advance, and he took Xia Chuqing up in the elevator.
As the elevator doors opened, Xia Chuqing was stunned, everywhere were colorful balloons flying around, and a gentle fragrance filled the air.
"Wow!" Xia Chuqing looked up, her mouth agape in surprise.
There were many colors, many styles, beautiful balloons flying and forming rainbows before Xia Chuqing's eyes.
On the ground was a red carpet covering the entire eighty-eighth floor from the elevator entrance, and the carpet was adorned with pink rose petals that gently fluttered when footsteps moved.
It was like being in a sea of flowers, Xia Chuqing stood there completely stunned.
