Xu Siyu thought everyone was looking at her because she perceived herself as smart for having chosen a cocktail without any problems, which gave her a spike of pride.
Diers looked at her strangely, his slender finger pointing at the "Night of Summer" on the menu, "Are you sure you want to choose 'Night of Summer'?"
"Of course!"
"Do you know what 'Night of Summer' is?"
"Rubbish! It's written right here on the paper!"
"What?"
"It's a cocktail!!"
"And?"
"I want Night of Summer!"
"..."
"What's with that look? Are you upset because 'Night of Summer' is more expensive than 'Fiery Heart', and it's hurting your wallet?" Some daring woman pouted unhappily.
Diers turned his head away and stayed silent, "..."
Good intentions are often returned with ingratitude.
"It's okay, right?" Miss Xu, who was unaware of her mistake, turned her head to ask Huahua.
God knows how sly and cunning Huahua can be.
