[Ah... ah ah ah... ah!!!]
If possible, Motan really wanted to let out a screech like a chicken being slaughtered (insert the involved chicken here), but in the room where this serene-faced young man, who was already wearing slippers, dashed to the table's edge to the tea-pouring young girl, with extraordinary willpower he suppressed that scream at the edge of his mouth, his expression stiff as can be, nodding awkwardly, squeezing out a dry phrase: "It's not... not a bother, is it? The server's about to close."
"Too slow to react, already poured it out for you. Hurry over."
Yu Chen turned slightly, smiling sweetly at Motan, gently poking the surface of the small round table inside the room, being the first to sit in the chair by the window, then tilting his head to glance at the clear and flawless morning sun outside the window, and then lightly glanced at Motan: "I thought you wouldn't be back today~"
