Tang Yi understood that this guy's invitation for coffee was a pretense; his real motive was to flirt with Bai Zhi.
The greedy look he gave Bai Zhi spoke volumes.
And, it had to be said that such tactics definitely worked on girls who were smitten with foreign exoticness—one swoop and they were hooked.
But, you know damn well I'm sitting across from you, and you still blatantly ignore me?
Any man would struggle to hold his tongue in such a moment.
Tang Yi kept a straight face.
Because, obviously, if this guy dared to hit on Bai Zhi, he was asking for trouble.
Yet, to Tang Yi's surprise, Bai Zhi seemed very taken aback and didn't get angry at all.
Bai Zhi smiled and said, "Sir, didn't you see that I'm already drinking coffee?"
"Why would you want to invite me again?"
The man raised an eyebrow, thinking himself to be quite the gentleman, "You can always have another," he said.
"Because having the honor to invite a beautiful Eastern lady like you is my privilege."
