Yunqiao did not follow the crowd. Instead, she muttered to herself, “The barista made a mistake. Forget it, don’t make things difficult for him.”
Blindness, slippery hands, the distance between her and the trolley, and of course, the special way of making Irish coffee... all these small factors were so exquisitely combined, that was why the scene of the fire just now had happened.
The person who could arrange all this so meticulously was not a barista whom she had never met before and who couldn’t even speak clearly.
As for who..
Her gaze swept over to Sun Fenfang’s side.
Although Sun Fenfang was the most cheerful and the most evil throughout the whole process,.
She had a natural intuition from a woman that Sun Fenfang was not the one who did this.
Then who else was the most suspicious?
