She had come to work at 8 AM sharp. As usual. After her first bout of meetings and updates, she dismissed her assistants and came down to the local barista to get her daily drink. She waited for a while in line, much like the others in the shop, and came across some of her employees. The courteous greetings were met with acknowledgment and nothing more.
When she reached the counter for her cup, she was startled. A hand darted out and grabbed it before she could.
"Excuse me, I think that is my latte!" Yun Qian Meng exclaimed as she turned to look at the guy. She was expecting him to realize his mistake by then and place her cup down on the counter.
When she saw who it was, she raised her brow in disbelief. Mo Qingchen was absurdly rude.
"Latte?" he said, sounding bored, but the expression of disgust on his face was evident. "I would never order such a thing," he scoffed.
