Lu Shifeng said, "You want to be in charge of me?"
The cold lurking in his voice made one's skin crawl.
Zhuang Heng shivered involuntarily, realizing she had violated one of his major taboos—this man was too obstinate, he definitely didn't like being led around by the nose by a woman. She forced a smile, "How could I? I'm just making a suggestion."
Lu Shifeng's knife-like gaze swept over her, then he called to Su Xingyu, "Follow me."
Su Xingyu silently followed, carrying a cake box. Along the short walk, she saw a luxurious table in the center of the banquet hall, with an elaborately decorated cake tower on it, like a piece of artwork.
Two waiters stood guard beside the cake tower.
Lu Shifeng instructed them, "Clear the table."
The two waiters were momentarily stunned, one of them noticed the large paper box in Su Xingyu's hand, "Mr. Lu, this is the main table, it's not easy to move. I can find another table for this young lady to place her things on."
