As soon as his document closed, Huo Yunque's voice sounded, "Huo Qi..."
"Yes! Do you have any instructions, Sir?"
"Go..." — the man paused for a moment, looked to the right, and his eyes fell on a bourgeois style drink store — "buy her a drink."
"Huh? Buy what for who?" Huo Qi asked blankly, not realizing who he was referring to.
As soon as he spoke, he found himself staring into the man's cold, narrow eyes. Huo Qi shivered and suddenly understood.
"Are you referring to Miss Song?" he asked as he immediately threw open the door and stepped out. But just as he jogged a few steps, he turned back around and asked, "Sir, what flavor?"
Flavor?
Huo Yunque squeezed the prayer beads around his wrist. His hair was swept across the top of his eyes, casting a shadow on his nose bridge.
After some time, he finally replied, "Sweet."
