Xu Shu, Wang Wei and the others immediately wore grave expressions.
Bai Jian, a little frightened, secretly clutched Lin Wei's arm.
Lin Wei, sucking on her drink through a straw, stared at the boy in the black short-sleeve for a few seconds with her big, black eyes. She then directed her gaze to the cover of Jiang Su's milk tea.
In the short interval, a thin layer of ash had settled on the milk tea cover.
Lin Wei lowered her eyelids, looking at the straw she was sucking from, her eyes dimming.
"What's up? Jiang Su, don't you recognize me?" The short sleeve boy, seeing Jiang Su ignoring him completely, wasn't annoyed. He spoke again, "If you don't recognize me, then…"
The boy in the black short-sleeve shirt, crushed out the cigarette on the table with his fingers, before taking off his shirt oblivious of the multitudes of people in the second floor, including two girls.
He exposed his upper body boldly in front of everyone.
