"You're not a big fan of sweet drinks." Ye Wangchuan got on and put a cap on her head to cover up her pretty face. He then leaned back on his chair, smiled, and said, "I could tell that you didn't like orange juice, so I got you a cup of ice lemon water."
Qiao Nian was speechless.
How could he tell that she didn't like orange juice when no one else could?
Could it be because she didn't drink the freshly-squeezed orange juice he brought her yesterday night?
He was really observant!
Qiao Nian turned and observed him. He had a sharp nose, thin lips, and was really good-looking.
She blinked and looked away.
She then sipped on the ice lemon water.
It was just right. Sweet and cold. Her favorite.
"I've called Jiang Li for you and scolded him," Ye Wangchuan said in an annoyed manner as he drove.
"But he's really dumb and did something worse."
