Zhao Yue picked up the coffee again and offered it to Qiao Shishi. "Shishi, I think you'd better drink this now, or it'll get cold."
Qiao Shishi didn't want to refuse Zhao Yue's kindness and was about to take a sip.
An Ning suddenly stood up and snatched the coffee cup away. "How could you go after the person I like when you clearly know I am fond of Hen Fei?"
Qiao Shishi, immersed in the role, didn't think An Ning was overdoing it, and with a cold laugh, she raised her eyes to look at An Ning. "I like him, and he likes me, mutual affection is something that just can't be helped."
"And here I've always thought of you as my best friend," An Ning said, throwing the cup to the ground in a fit of rage.
The scalding coffee instantly spilled onto the floor, the paper cup rolling clumsily on the ground.
Zhao Yue narrowed her eyes, the first to accuse. "An Ning, what gives you the right to throw the coffee on the ground? You did it on purpose."
