Zou Wa is a huge star now, so she's extra careful about privacy—even in the main hall she doesn't need to wear a mask, and she's not worried about fans swarming her for autographs.
The private room is low-key yet lavish, high-end vibes everywhere.
Even Gu Junhe had never seen a private room this good before.
Back in South City, even the best restaurants never had private rooms decorated this luxuriously.
Especially after the Gu Family collapsed, Gu Junhe was hustling for a living, up to his ass in debt. Forget about luxury places, he couldn't even afford nice meals at regular restaurants.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Gu Junhe sat right across from Zou Wa, staring at her ever-more-beautiful face, his eyes obsessed as he said, "My wife is really getting prettier by the day."
"Yeah, and richer too—even the chairs are real leather." Gu Junhe ran his hand over the seat; this place was pricey, and if he wasn't chasing after Zou Wa, he couldn't afford a single meal here.
