C13 Young Master Feng's Mysophobia

Immediately, Lian Chengxia's gaze involuntarily turned to the stool.

This was a small restaurant. Whether it was the environment here or the hygiene conditions, there was naturally no way to compare it to a high-class restaurant. So very quickly, Lian Chengxia knew what the disdain and disdain in Feng Ze's eyes meant.

"Oh, you think it's dirty? It's okay