He finally felt a bit relieved, and she took the opportunity to smile, "In any case, I'm not letting go of your sleeve, and if you don't want to be watched any longer, just agree with me quickly. We'll be safe if we hide in the coffee shop."
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Sitting inside the coffee shop, Ben Shaming was still explaining to himself in his mind that the reason he compromised and let her drag him in was just out of helplessness.
Helplessness, that's all.
When the coffee was served, she placed both cups in front of him and then requested a cup of hot water, after which, like a witch performing magic, she took out a small pouch from the layers of her cumbersome skirt.
From inside, she retrieved a "powder," releasing the aroma of tea and orange.
He couldn't help frowning, recalling the orange tea that Tang Yanjian drank at the dessert shop below the Fude Group building.
—Yes, that night, he had seen them, James and Yan Jian, meeting in the dessert shop, through the window, from afar.
