Xiao Rou's milk tea shop is nearby, which is no secret to anyone on the team.
Now hearing that someone is delivering milk tea, their first reaction is naturally Xiao Rou, and Zhou Qi is no exception.
Amidst the whistles and ambiguous laughter from the crowd, Zhou Qi very calmly walked toward the entryway, with a smile on his face as well.
However, upon seeing the person standing at the door with milk tea, Zhou Qi's expression shifted slightly.
Xu Qingqing was standing at the door with two large bags of milk tea. The weather was very cold today, and Xu Qingqing's face and the tip of her nose were a little red from the cold. But seeing Zhou Qi, she smiled brightly: "Rourou asked me to bring you some milk tea."
Zhou Qi's eyes narrowed slightly, his sharp gaze piercing through to seemingly shatter the composure Xu Qingqing tried to put up.
Sure enough, Xu Qingqing's previously calm and frank smile revealed a hint of guilt when she met Zhou Qi's gaze.
