After work, Qiao Jing and Zhan Nanqing had just stepped out of the research institute when they saw the Maybach parked at the entrance waiting for them.
Seeing this, Qiao Jing immediately felt a headache coming on and turned to look at Zhan Nanqing, "You help me stop your brother later."
Zhan Nanqing's brows knotted, what if she didn't want to stop him?
Just as Zhan Nanqing was thinking this, Zhan Qipei got out of the car, holding a cup of milk tea for her.
"Your favorite coconut milk tea, still warm."
Qiao Jing glanced at the milk tea in Zhan Qipei's hand. She really wanted to drink the milk tea, just not keen on accepting Zhan Qipei's kindness.
"If you don't drink it, no one else will fancy it, and I'll just have to throw it away," Zhan Qipei said, deliberately glancing at the trash bin nearby.
Qiao Jing had always been a frugal person, and the thought of perfectly good milk tea being wasted like that was just too much.
