"Yaning, what would you like to drink?" At this moment, Zhao Zhenhao was the epitome of elegance, his face adorned with the most charming smile, his eyes fixated on Bai Yaning as he tenderly said, "Coffee? Tea? Juice?"
"Just anything," Bai Yaning responded with an obvious lack of enthusiasm, her voice faint, the kind that conveyed indifference to everything: "You decide."
"Then let's have tea," Zhao Zhenhao said, getting up to brew the tea.
In fact, Bai Yaning was notoriously cold in nature, every distinguished young man she had previously encountered had been hopelessly rebuffed. Therefore, Zhao Zhenhao was not perturbed by Bai Yaning's reaction; he was well aware that although Yaning seemed icy on the surface, once her frosty exterior was shattered, a warmer and more passionate heart than that of other women would await.
While Zhao Zhenhao was making tea, Bai Yaning, out of boredom, took out her phone and started to read a novel.
