Fu Chenlie didn't know how to reply to her.
Wen Ran saw that his expression was not good and wondered to herself if she had said something wrong.
She didn't dare to press for an answer, and silently bowed her head to eat.
However, the man gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Wen Ran, if it weren't for me, you might never have had the chance to dine in such a restaurant. Do you understand?"
His chilly tone conveyed his extreme displeasure.
Wen Ran even detected a sense of superiority in his tone.
She didn't understand why he suddenly turned hostile but still nodded, "I understand."
"Since you understand, cherish these rare opportunities to dine in high-end restaurants and talk less."
"I understand."
Wen Ran complied and didn't say another word, focusing on her meal.
She didn't understand why he was so moody and didn't dare to ask more. The only thing she could do was to finish her expensive meal.
After eating, Wen Ran was still skeptical—