The waiter looked curiously in Qiao Nian's direction when he brought the drinks.
His eyes seemed to be saying, "Why is this girl so insensible? It's only been a while, but she has already made the old woman cry."
Qiao Nian felt her gaze on her. Her pure black and white eyes glanced at her.
The waiter immediately placed the lemonade in front of her, not daring to look at her any longer. "Your coffee is here. Please enjoy."
He walked away quickly.
He was gone in the blink of an eye.
Qiao Nian held the glass in her fair hand and did not pick it up. Her fingers rubbed against the edge of the glass as she looked at He Yujuan, who was crying in frustration. Her tone was cold as she said, "Did you ask me for a drink just to say this?"
