"Here you go." The bartender was from F Country and spoke a little broken Chinese.
An Yeran took the milk and thanked him.
Then, she confidently walked to another cabinet and sat down. There was already a young man seated across.
Upon seeing An Yeran's arrival, he immediately pushed a small snack to her, "You're here? Happy 18th birthday."
An Yeran frowned, "Thanks, but my birthday is a week from now."
Peter was good at reading faces, and seeing her gloomy expression, he immediately sensed, "Something's troubling you?"
An Yeran shook her head, "Nothing much, just something from my childhood. It's in the past now. By the way, where's your girlfriend, Alice?"
Peter said, "She's gone to get drinks, she'll be here soon."
"Why are there so many people tonight?" An Yeran asked, biting on a straw.
Peter smiled, "There's a rumor that a big shot might be showing up."
