When Han Zishi arrived, Lin Xileng was laughing so hard at Feng Yuyue that she couldn't even speak.
A strange feeling surged through his heart, he couldn't quite describe what it was, but he found Feng Yuyue a bit annoying to look at.
He coughed loudly, catching the attention of several people.
"Zishi," Lin Xileng's eyes lit up instinctively she began to stand up.
Han Yingying reacted swiftly, pulling her back down and looking up with a grin at her brother, palm open, "Brother, just give me the stuff, and you can go back."
"Yingying, you heartless! I came all the way to bring you something, and you won't even invite me for a coffee?" Han Zishi almost growled through clenched teeth.
Han Yingying looked even more innocent, "We're all out of seats here, if you want to drink, find a table for yourself."
"Ying, ying, monster!"
"Don't worry, I'll pay for the coffee."
Han Zishi: …
She was definitely doing this on purpose.
