Song Yiyi intertwined her hands, the smile on her lips growing deeper.
After the movie ended.
"What do you like to eat?" Yin Shengyun asked.
"I'm not picky."
"Then let's have Western food. There's a French restaurant nearby that is particularly good."
"Okay."
With Song Yiyi's response, Yin Shengyun took her to the restaurant.
This French restaurant was particularly upscale, and the people entering and leaving were either small business owners or wealthy. When Song Yiyi walked in, looking at the luxurious decor and beautiful environment, her palms began to sweat slightly.
This was the first time she had been to such a place. Although Lan Zhongxuan received one hundred million from Xi Yemo, due to company investments, nearly two-thirds had already been spent.
Other than living and eating well, Song Yiyi didn't have a lot of pocket money usually.
"Yiyi."
Yin Shengyun moved the chair away, his gentlemanly gesture very considerate.
