"Alright!" This time An Hao didn't refuse anymore; maybe she was touched by this sad story, "Go ahead, I'm listening!"
"Would you like some coffee?" Hua Jin asked.
"Sure! I don't mind!"
Hua Jin picked up the phone, dialed a number to the reception downstairs, and shortly, a box of coffee was delivered.
Hua Jin was extremely cautious, not even giving the waiter a chance to appear; he collected the coffee at the door.
"You know, years ago, I always had this idea! To sit with her, have coffee, chat, and enjoy the beautiful afternoon sunshine." Hua Jin said to An Hao while skillfully making the coffee.
His tall and slender back looked remarkably attractive.
If he hadn't joined the spy organization, he would have certainly been an outstandingly handsome man.
He was talented and good-looking, an enviable presence.
If not for this identity, maybe his future could have been splendid?
An Hao stared at his back, feeling regretful inside.
