The young lady who brought the document here instantly felt awkward. She finished the coffee in one gulp and said, "Erm, I'll be making a move first."
After saying that, she took her bag and fled.
Bai Qingqing poked the empty plate unhappily.
Curtis rubbed her head dotingly, placed the menu in front of her, and said, "It's good that they're gone. We can buy a few more back home."
Who wanted takeaways? It'd be sickening to eat too many cakes.
Bai Qingqing wanted to refuse when she looked up and saw Curtis's anticipating gaze. The words that had reached her throat changed. "Oh, alright. We'll buy a few more and let Winston and Muir try them as well."
Curtis nodded, feeling pleased. He then called for the waiter.
While waiting for the cake, Bai Qingqing's phone suddenly rang. Her countenance changed and she said, "This is bad. My mom might be worried about me."
