During the conversation, Zhou Cui'an lifted her head cautiously to glance at Murong Yumeng. Though she didn't articulate her request, the implications were quite clear.
Across from her, Murong Yumeng maintained a smile but remained silent, leaving Zhou Cui'an feeling increasingly uneasy.
She couldn't fathom what thoughts lurked behind Murong Yumeng's gentle facade. Despite her outward kindness, Zhou Cui'an felt a discomfort in her presence, even an impulse to depart immediately. Under Murong Yumeng's gentle gaze, she felt utterly exposed, devoid of any secrets.
Time seemed to stretch until the waiter finally interrupted the awkward silence by serving the coffee.
Murong Yumeng took a sip before slowly speaking, "So, you want my help, don't you? How exactly do you expect me to help you?"