"Just say what you need to," Gu Xiaoer sat down but didn't put down her bag, clearly not intending to have much conversation with Wen Mu.
"Would you like something to drink, coffee or a beverage?" Wen Mu asked Gu Xiaoer as if she were the hostess.
Gu Xiaoer shrugged, taking out her cartoon thermos from her bag, which clashed with the refined decor of the cafe, yet she seemed utterly unaware. She poured herself a drink, "No need, I brought my own. Da Luoluo doesn't let me drink those."
"..." Wen Mu was immediately choked by Gu Xiaoer's remark and felt off balance.
But in reality, Gu Xiaoer didn't have any other intention; she was merely stating a fact.
The cafe was filled with graceful and leisurely music, exuding high class. Gu Xiaoer felt uncomfortable sitting down; indeed, this wasn't her kind of place.
