The restaurant has a very good ambiance.
After all, it is a French restaurant, so the patrons are of high caliber. Everyone who comes here to dine is a societal figure, either a white-collar worker or even at the executive level. Nobody wants to be seen as lacking manners. Thus, when people dine, they whisper among themselves—nobody disturbs anyone else. Consequently, the restaurant is very quiet and harmonious.
"Sis..." Lin Chuan said with a smile, "This restaurant is not bad."
"Indeed," Tang Yumeng nodded.
"What do you think of Bai Yifan?" Lin Chuan asked.
"He's a pretty good person," Tang Yumeng laughed, "Intelligent, capable, and thoughtful. Plus, he's excellent. Lin Chuan, why are you suddenly asking this? Are you jealous? I've told you many times I won't accept Bai Yifan. He and I are different kinds of people; it's impossible for us to be together."
"Sis and I are also different kinds of people," Lin Chuan said with a smile.
