Jian Xi had arranged to meet Fu Shengyuan at a coffee shop.
Their half-baked cheesecake was excellent, a signature item.
Upon entering, one could immediately smell the rich aroma of coffee.
The staff led her directly to a seat by the window.
"Mr. Fu has already instructed us that if you arrive first, please take a moment to rest here," they said.
Fu Shengyuan was still as thoughtful as ever.
In this regard, he was leagues ahead of Si Yuhuan.
A mocha with sugar and milk, once Jian Xi's favorite.
She took a sip; it tasted very good indeed.
Nearby, a young couple appeared to be quarreling. The girl, eyes red from crying, seemed upset about not getting something she wanted. The man beside her was practically swearing to the heavens that he would get it for her as soon as possible, all while continuously admitting his fault and making funny faces.
PFFT.
The girl burst into laughter.
"You silly, what I want is your attitude, not your worthless trinkets."
