"Just have her change to a different cup," Su Luo said, about to raise her hand to summon the waiter.
Yu Jingrong stopped her, "Forget it, no need, my hand hasn't fully recovered, and it's not suitable to drink coffee."
Su Luo asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
What she meant was whether Yu Jingrong's hand was alright now. Her inquiry was deliberately insincere; in fact, she was utterly convinced that Yu Jingrong's hand would never heal, so she was smug and laughing internally at this moment.
Yu Jingrong looked very tired, slumping entirely in his chair with a sigh, "My hand is okay, I guess, but we've discovered some things from Meng Linyuan,"
Su Luo's eyes flickered and she asked, "What did you discover?"
