When Zheng Haoyu and Su Nian pushed the door to the private room, the atmosphere inside was somewhat unusual. Luo Yuming was fiddling with his phone, sitting away from Luo Yuqi on the opposite sides of a large round table. Luo Yuqi had a troubled look on her face, though it was unclear as to what was bothering her.
Su Nian glanced around with her large eyes and casually picked a spot to sit down.
Zheng Haoyu nudged Luo Yuming's leg and said rather carelessly, "Didn't you see my wife is here? Go, go, go, sit somewhere else."
Luo Yuming had a stunned expression, thinking to himself, I am far from your wife, okay?
Seeing Zheng Haoyu's demeanor, he figured if he did not move, he might keep getting kicked. Young Master Luo wrinkled his nose, lifted his precious buttocks, and relocated to a different spot, but he still maintained some distance from Luo Yuqi.
Su Nian, with a smile, changed the topic to Luo Yuqi, "Is the air better here in B City or in Paris?"
