Lin Feng sensed the animosity and hurriedly explained, "That, I didn't…"
"Mmh," Yun Hu interrupted him as though he didn't mind. "I understand."
Lin Feng watched as he stood up and took the lead. "Aren't you going to wipe your pants?"
"I'll wash it when I get home." Yun Hu held his coffee cup, his eyes showing his indifference.
Lin Feng decided he was being silly; he could just wash it back home.
"I'll get a cab." Lin Feng wanted to make it up to him but after two tries, he still couldn't get a cab and the long stretch of cabs that had lined the plaza were in a serious shortage.
Yun Hu could see the steam coming from the hot coffee cup. He glanced over at the person beside him, who was still on his phone, snowflakes falling onto his fingers. Just the looks of it seemed cold.
Yun Hu stilled before he leaned forward and passed the coffee cup over.
