Hearing about Place de la Concorde, Ye Chenfeng's eyes sparkled.
"You said you've made all the reservations?" Ye Chenfeng asked.
"Yes, Mr. Ye!" Qingliu Yiye nodded, humble yet composed.
"Since you are so enthusiastic, it would be impolite for us not to go!"
Ye Chenfeng smiled, secretly thinking about who this Qingliu Yiye really was. Knowing Chu Qingxue was one thing, but why investigate him and Lu Wanqing? From his demeanor, he seemed familiar with him.
The Place de la Concorde in Paris, the oldest square in France, was relatively deserted compared to the Champs-Elysees.
It was full of high-end galleries and art shops; the aroma of coffee and sounds of music seemingly froze time in the nineteenth century, brimming with charm.
Its most famous spot was undoubtedly the Maison de Victor Hugo!
