Li Beinian reluctantly followed him. She tried to fling her arms but failed to pull them back.
Helpless, she had to give up.
The waiter came up and smiled. "Hello, sir, table for two?"
"Yes," a faint voice sounded. "The room."
After hearing this, Li Beinian was about to cry. She pulled on Mu Xichen's sleeves and leaned closer to him, saying softly, "Do you want me to sell myself? I don't have money!"
Her voice wasn't loud and was almost a whisper.
She was full of anxiety and worry and didn't even notice Mu Xichen's body stiffen slightly.
Mu Xichen glanced at her sideways.
Li Beinian's body was leaning on his arms and she was looking at him pitifully.
Mu Xichen's cheeks quietly turned two shades redder.
Fortunately, the surrounding light was dim and it wasn't obvious.
Turning back, he said lightly, "We're already here."
The waiter took them to a corridor with an aisle of rooms.
