"Luo Qingli, we meet again." Qin Lang nonchalantly sat down across from Luo Qingli.
"Qin Lang? How come you're here?" Looking at Qin Lang who shouldn't be there, Luo Qingli was taken aback. "I don't remember inviting you."
Qin Lang was completely unconcerned by the dislike Luo Qingli expressed towards him and even ordered a cup of coffee from the waiter.
"Qin Lang, I arranged to meet someone today. That seat isn't reserved for you." Luo Qingli reiterated.
This time, not only through words, but she also didn't hide her resentment towards Qin Lang in her facial expression.
"I know! So what, I feel quite comfortable sitting here, why should I move?" Ignoring the anger in Luo Qingli's eyes, Qin Lang, seemed more like the one here to enjoy a coffee than Luo Qingli.
He was so relaxed, as though he was just here to enjoy a cup of coffee.
"Fine, since you won't leave, I can, right?" Luo Qingli stood up, picked up her bag, and prepared to move to another table.
