After placing the last small piece of tart into her mouth, Xia Lu finally let go of her fork reluctantly. The meal was too delicious, and it ended too soon.
She patted her belly and accidentally let out a loud burp, immediately apologizing, "I didn't mean to."
Zhou Mingchen stood up, glanced at her impatiently, "You don't need to apologize to me, after all, it isn't me who is embarrassed." With that, he signed the bill and strode towards the exit without waiting for her.
Xia Lu had no choice but to quickly stand up and push her chair back to catch up with him.
But in her haste, she lost her balance, her heel sunk into the soft carpet, and she was in pain. Accidentally, she fell flat on her back, and in the process, she pulled down a tablecloth from a nearby table to the ground. Fortunately, no one was dining at that table at the moment, but the dishes and cutlery scattered all over, attracting curious glances.
