Shen Cheng found a relatively conspicuous spot and was about to sit down when the man beside her suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Shi Yu turned his head towards the stall owner and spoke in a deep voice, "Bring two new chairs."
Shen Cheng: "..."
His obsession with cleanliness is indeed severe!
If he knew that she had been here with Sun Yan before and sat on chairs used by others, he would definitely strangle her.
Cough!
Ever since Shi Yu had gotten out of the car, the stall owner's gaze had been following him without fail.
Seeing that Shi Yu had an extraordinary aura, was dressed in designer labels, and drove a luxury car, she knew he was wealthy.
Upon hearing his request for new chairs, the stall owner didn't dare to delay and immediately brought out two new chairs from the storage room to replace them.
The stall owner, in her early thirties, was plump and shining with oil, and there was really no trace of feminine beauty to be found on her.
"Please take a seat, Mr. Shi."
