The waiter brought over a new cup of coffee, but Meng Qiancheng only took a light sip before setting it down, revealing a faint smile, "I've been abroad for five or six years and still can't get used to this stuff."
Cheng Zhiwei blinked in confusion, not understanding how the topic had suddenly shifted to coffee.
Meng Qiancheng calmly told her, "You see, I spent five or six years and still couldn't get used to the taste of coffee, because I clearly knew I would return one day, and because I knew you don't like this sort of drink either. I understand what kind of person you are."
"Brother Qiancheng."
"If I didn't understand you, then I wouldn't be worthy of you calling me brother. That day, you spoke up because you didn't want me to be targeted by Zhou Lin, right?" Meng Qiancheng looked down at her tender profile, "I heard what you and Gao Wei talked about in the shop."
He pointed at the ceiling, "Surveillance."
