The cup Yi Bing is holding cracked, and its broken pieces fell on the floor with a loud crash. Meanwhile, the coffee spilled into his hands.
The waiter that just passed was startled and panicked when he saw that the expensive-looking suit was soaked. "S-sir!" he cried. "A-are you alright?" he nervously asked and immediately took out a clean handkerchief from his breast pocket.
"I'm alright." Yi Bing answered and didn't take the waiter's handkerchief. Instead, he took out his own and slowly wiped his hand.
The waiter sighed in relief when he saw that the customer's face, although looked cold, but didn't look irritated. "Y-yes…" that's a relief. That's a relief… he thought and immediately walked away.
Hao Baiyun's body immediately tensed when he heard the noise and he reflexively looked back, his eyes sharp and alert. "What was that?" he asked. "Could it be…?" he held his breath and clenched his fists.
