Chen Xixi had just helped him; it was only right to treat her to a meal.
Besides, he couldn't finish all the lavish dishes on the cart; it would be a shame to waste them.
Inside the room, the three sat on the couch. Chen Xixi and Han Qianyi were eyeing the lobsters and abalones on the cart, along with some exquisite pastries.
The food on the cart was undoubtedly prepared by the guesthouse.
A room costing a thousand yuan a night was quite expensive for their average households, and the meals seemed costly as well.
They were now deeply suspicious—could the guesthouse really afford to provide such good meals without losing money?
Chen Xixi, recalling how Xu Mu had looked guilty just a moment ago, asked, "Where did you get all this food from?"
Xu Mu placed each dish on the coffee table, "Don't worry about that, just eat."
It would all be blamed on him anyway.
Han Qianyi, still uneasy, questioned, "It's not really stolen, is it?"