Gu Qingli sneezed in the private room of the cafe.
She reached out and touched her nose, and her ears were a little hot, as if someone had said bad things about her behind her back.
The door of the private room was slowly pushed open, a gentle voice came from outside. "Sorry, due to the traffic jam, I’m a little late."
Gu Qingli smiled and looked up at the person who came in.
"I haven't been here long, either."
She reached for the opposite position and put the menu to him, "See and choose what you’ll like to drink. "
"A mocha." Mo Ziyan casually said it, and then looked around the private room. "I didn't expect Miss Gu to bring me to such an upscale private place."
"This is a shop run by my husband's friend." Gu Qingli smiled and pretended not to recognize the ambiguous meaning in his tone.
Soon, the waiter brought in the coffee.
"I wonder what's happened that Miss Gu suddenly want an appointment with me?" Mo Ziyan gently blew the coffee and asked.