Looking at everything he had meticulously arranged, An Ran suddenly didn't want to spoil the atmosphere; at least, she didn't want to dampen his spirits.
With this thought in mind, An Ran walked over and sat down opposite Mu Xingfeng.
Glancing at the couples' set menu on the table, An Ran sneaked a peek at Mu Xingfeng.
This man, really.
She remembered that the last time they had western food together, he wasn't this particular—couples' set menu, a candlelight dinner, and the table adorned with bright red roses.
Is it really to suit today's atmosphere? An Ran was a bit skeptical.
She still remembered Mu Xingfeng's frosty glare when he saw her with Lu Yi at the restaurant earlier that day, especially when he seemed ready to stare a hole into the couples' set menu.
Mu Xingfeng poured a glass of wine and placed it in front of An Ran.
Looking at the glass, An Ran swallowed hard, "Instructor Mu, do we have to drink?"
