Grabbing the sugar tongs from the plate, Qin Zhaoyang added two cubes of sugar and poured half a can of milk into his coffee, then lifted his hand to move the prepared cup to an empty side of the table, taking the other cup for himself—black coffee without sugar or milk, just the way he liked it.
Glancing sideways at Chu Xinning, who leaned against the wall, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, a complex expression flickered in his eyes.
She was already standing tiredly, having switched feet several times. Could she really not even bring herself to say "excuse me" to him?
A mixture of anger and an indefinable sentiment surged.
"Come here, join me!"
His tone was commanding, arrogant, and domineering.
Chu Xinning paused, but ultimately walked over.
Her legs and back were sore from standing for so long. After she and he had been together, they had conceived a child, who was later lost to a miscarriage.
