People instinctively kept a distance from the two young masters, afraid they’d be caught in the crossfire.
Xi Shaoqi certainly noticed soone’s grim expression but continued to chat softly with the people around him, showing no sign of retreat or fear.
He was waiting for the mont when Young Master Lin couldn’t hold out any longer.
And he didn’t have to wait long. He felt a gust of wind brush past his face, his body was squeezed aside, and he saw a certain young master had replaced his position, attentively caring for the person next to him: "Wife, are you okay?"
An Nan, with her temper flaring up, ignored him completely: "Humph."
After snorting coldly, she defiantly popped a preserved plum into her mouth, a look of challenge on her face. She was not afraid of this man now.
Ying Chen stepped forward tily, breaking the strange atmosphere among the crowd, but he showed respect to only one person, and that was An Nan: "Miss An, would you like to eat sothing?" She was now the primary focus of protection, while the other people could just have the chef arrange for the al, it wasn’t much of his concern.
An Nan, who had slept for so long, was indeed a bit hungry, so she nodded at the person speaking: "Mm-hmm, I want to eat."
"What would Miss An like to eat?"
An Nan hadn’t yet thought about what she wanted to eat, when Lin Mubai answered on her behalf: "Let’s start with a bowl of chicken soup for her."
She imdiately retorted: "I don’t want it, I don’t want to drink chicken soup."
"Okay, then what would you like to drink?" Lin Mubai, now in a good mood, completely changed his previous jealous and proud attitude.
An Nan, after thinking for a long ti, replied with three words: "I don’t know."
Lin Mubai was instantly helpless and could only exchange a glance with Ying Chen and said to the latter: "Prepare dinner with dishes suitable for pregnant won, that’s your expertise."
Ying Chen nodded, looking at the others: "Do any of you have any other requests?"
How could the others still have any requests? They knew that each chef at the ’Champs Elysees’ was a top chef; having sothing to eat was already a great thing. And judging by tonight’s setting, they might be able to enjoy so more upscale private dishes, each of them eager to try.
Ying Chen then went to arrange with the chef, and the group then rembered that the top floor of the ’Champs Elysees’ hadn’t been properly explored yet, so they began to look expectantly at An Nan, who agreed with ease.
Then a group of people embarked on a fantastic journey.
As they began the tour, Han Xiayang voiced everyone’s sentint: "Nannan, why is this place so mysterious, with each room requiring fingerprint verification, and so even needing iris scans?" Aren’t they just simple rooms? Why make it so secure? When Han Xiayang asked this, everyone nodded in agreent.
Only then did An Nan calmly point at a wall beside her, at a golden painting and said: "The yellow here is pure gold powder, and at the end of the corridor, there is a jar I bought at an auction for 15 million. I’m not sure which dynasty it’s from, but I guess it can’t be fake if it’s auctioned. And this chair seems to be made from pear wood, and that wood carving is made from rosewood..."
As An Nan was about to continue, Xi Shaoqi swallowed and interrupted her: "Nannan, you don’t need to say anymore."
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