Yan Mei stared at the scene in front of her and froze.
There was an aisle of red rose petals leading to a flameless tea light candles shaped in the form of a heart. At the center of the heart-shaped candles was a table with lit tealight candles, placed in a delicate candle holder on the table. White napkins were spread on the table with a bouquet of flowers in the middle. A bottle of champagne was lying in a bucket of ice waiting to be drunk.
Instantly her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. She was in shock! Yan Mei never thought someone would take his time to prepare such a romantic dinner. She can see he put in a lot of thoughts into this.
"Do you like it," Lei Zhao nervously asked as he scratched the back of his head.
Yan Mei turned to face a very nervous looking Lei Zhao. She could see the fear in his deep eyes. 'Was he afraid that she wouldn't like it? '
"No."
