"Oh, our wise and mighty Mr. Situ, is even willing to chat with me, his discarded former fiancée? I'm truly honored!"
Situ Xuan didn't even bother to give her a glance, just sat across from her and said coldly, "An Espresso."
"Yes, sir." The person retreated, and Situ Xuan finally looked indifferently at Cheng Tingting, who was dressed unusually cool, but said nothing.
Cheng Tingting stirred the small spoon in the coffee cup in front of her. The rich mocha had beautiful and dense milk foam, which blended perfectly with the black coffee below as she gently stirred it. The music swirled, making everything seem slowed down. She also stirred the coffee slowly and stopped after a while: "Speak, what do you want from me today?"
