Half an hour later, inside a café in the mall, Murong Yumeng and Zhou Cui'an sat facing each other, each with a different demeanor.
Murong Yumeng appeared calm as if it were merely a trivial matter, hardly worth mentioning. She leisurely sipped her coffee, exuding an air of contentment.
However, upon closer observation, occasional flashes of impatience could be discerned in her eyes.
In contrast, Zhou Cui'an seemed notably uneasy, not even daring to meet the gaze of the person across from her.
In truth, if she could avoid it, she wouldn't have sought out Senior Sister Murong. After all, she had inconvenienced her numerous times lately. Now, continuously seeking Senior Sister Murong's assistance, she feared the other might grow weary of her.
Observing Zhou Cui'an's silence, though Murong Yumeng's eyes betrayed hints of impatience, her demeanor remained gentle and calm. She made no effort to urge conversation, merely sitting quietly.
