At ten o'clock in the morning, Mano Coffee.
Li Qiao sat by the window, stirring her coffee with a spoon.
She looked languid, her hand propping up her chin, her eyes revealing fatigue.
Just then, Tang Yiting took a sip of coffee and viciously poked at her phone screen, "Do you think it was Jiang Yi? I bet it's eighty percent her, definitely!"
Li Qiao gave her a sideways glance, shifting her gaze to the window, unhurriedly, "We'll find out sooner or later, no rush."
"How can you not be in a rush?" Tang Yiting hit the table in frustration and held up her phone to her face, "Ancestor, take a good look, the reply count on the post has already broken a thousand, aren't you afraid of delaying your graduation due to misconduct?"
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly, her tone lazy, "I have my ways."
