"Thank you!" Wei Zhijuan smiled at the staff and took a sip of her coffee.
Then she stuck out her tongue and hissed, "Damn! It's so bitter and hot!"
The girl who brought the coffee gave her a look and left but before she left, she reluctantly looked at Xian Yijun, who didn't put her in his eyes at all.
"Ya, ya, ya, it's scalding me to death!"
Wei Zhijuan sat there acting for a long time, then stole a glance at Xian Yijun. Seeing him looking at her as if she was some kind of strange animal, she paused. She pulled back the expression on her face and took another sip of her coffee.
"You've lived in America since you were young, so you should be familiar with this Americano." It was rare for Xian Yijun to take the initiative to talk to her.
