The coffee was served, its aroma wafting in the air, and the soothing light music gave people a sense of relaxation in both body and mind.
Sun Rou stirred the coffee in her cup, purposely adding two spoons of sugar to make it less bitter. She drank several sips, but Lian Qingqing didn't speak, and Sun Rou didn't know what to say either.
The last time she saw that Gu Hang, he questioned her repeatedly, asking if she could sleep at night, and it involved a human life. Sun Rou didn't know what to say.
So, Sun Rou simply didn't say a word.
The two of them sat quietly like that, sizing each other up, and Sun Rou thought Lian Qingqing was even more beautiful by three points.
Though they had the same face, Lian Qingqing sitting there exuded an aura of superiority.
Her temperament, her clothes, each being a brand name, worn on her in such harmony, commanding admiration.
