Qin Chen slowly returned to the outer room and gently poured two cups of coffee.
She picked up the expensive bone china cup and took a sip. It was slightly bitter ...
but there was a familiar smell.
there was also the feeling of heartache.
she didn't notice that the door had been opened. lan yu, who was dressed in bandages, stood at the door and looked at qin chen in shock.
She was dressed in her old clothes, leaning against the wall of the office and drinking the coffee that she had just brewed.
Her expression was exactly the same as before.
Yes, it was exactly the same.
Except for her long brown hair, which was also tied up.
lan yu looked on in shock, his body unable to move at all.
qin chen smelled the coffee and suddenly looked up at lan yu, who was at the door.
She pursed her lips and smiled. "Mr. Lan, you're so heavily injured, but you can still run this far."
