The table fell silent for a long while.
Lin Zhiyi stared blankly at the man, trying to determine whether he was joking.
But the next second, the manager hurried over.
"Sorry, the waiter put the wrong table number here, this is table 26."
Lin Zhiyi immediately turned to look at the man waiting at table 27 behind her.
She pursed her lips, embarrassed, and looked at the man opposite her, "Sir, sorry for the mix-up, I hope you...have a pleasant blind date."
Just by looking at the man's attire, she knew he was either rich or noble, someone she couldn't afford to provoke.
Having said that, Lin Zhiyi quickly got up and switched tables.
She apologized to the client and sat down at once.
Just then, a woman wearing the current season's designer outfit took a seat at table 26.
As soon as the woman sat down, she spoke bluntly, "You're not bad-looking, but there are many rich men chasing me; it all depends on how much dowry you offer. I won't agree for less than ten million."