In the courtyard of Xu Residence, when Wu Wang parked the car and got down, he saw Yang Ziyi being all grumpy.
"What's wrong with you now?" He asked while he was spinning the key chain on his index finger.
"I thought you were gonna take me to a fancy restaurant for a fancy dinner." Yang Ziyi retorted softly.
"Do you care about fancy food or fancy restaurant?" He asked in amusement.
Yang Ziyi stared straight at his face and said matter of factly, "Obviously, both!"
"Well, I can't say anything about the restaurant part but I can promise you that you'll surely have a fancy dinner." Wu Wang had no doubt about this certain detail. After all, it was Xu Mey who was cooking herself.
Yang Ziyi sighed heavily. "If you say so. I'll reluctantly go inside to try this fancy food." Seeing her acting like a drama queen, Wu Wang really wanted to reach out to pinch her cheeks.
