Cheng Zhu sat across from Lin Lu, listening to her response. While feeling slightly surprised, he also felt like something hit his heart.
He was just stirring up some ambiguity on purpose to see if he could steer the conversation towards "drunken words."
But instead, she counterattacked straightforwardly.
He couldn't defend against it, not at all.
Right at that moment, the waiter came to serve food, presenting a creative new dish consisting of a piece of roast duck on a slice of bread, topped with a bit of caviar.
The presentation was delicate, resembling pastry, and was served in a small box.
"Eat up, eat up," Cheng Zhu said.
Previously, it was always him who had made Lin Lu's heart flutter wildly.
Now however, after she went all out, she directly rammed into Cheng Zhu's heart, creating chaos.
— Truly, a wild heart.
This feeling of an amateur beating the master made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
