Sitting in the coffee shop, the young boy sat on the sofa, his face expressionless behind his sunglasses, staring at the coffee in front of him. He gently stirred the spoon in his coffee cup, one, two times, until the coffee was no longer thick, then stopped and signaled the waiter to replace it with a new one.
[Your Majesty, I don't understand why you came so early.] Staring at the time on the electronic screen, 007 asked puzzledly, [The appointment is clearly set for three in the afternoon, why did you come at two?]
'Because he will definitely arrive half an hour earlier than me.' Bi Xia said indifferently.
[Why is that.] 007 frowned, [What if Bi Qingyun arrives even earlier than you?]
'Impossible.' Bi Xia rejected outright, saying with a cold smile, 'Bi Qingyun wouldn't do that.'
