Su Qingyue glanced at Xiao Yuchuan and found that he was still leisurely sipping his tea, not even looking at Tao Meijiao once. The way he held his teacup and lightly tapped the edge with his hand, anyone who didn't know him would think he was a young master of a prestigious family.
Su Qingyue put down her teacup and stood up, "Xiao Jiao, have you been waiting for me for a long time?"
