About ten minutes later, they arrived at a star-rated restaurant. Feng Yihang glanced at her shoes, still a bit worried.
He reached out and held her, "Be careful, if you sprain your ankle, I can't take you out to play."
Feng Yihuan had no choice but to obediently let him hold her and followed him slowly.
Finally getting a chance to go out with her second brother, she decided to be well-behaved and listen to him.
As soon as they entered, the restaurant manager came out personally, speaking fluent French.
Feng Yihang naturally had no problem with French.
Both he and his older brother could speak six languages, which was part of their training as heirs.
Standing beside him, Feng Yihuan thought her second brother looked incredibly handsome.
The fluent French coming from his mouth sounded especially pleasing.
As for her, so far she could only manage simple English.
But it didn't matter; she planned to take up another language in college.
