"Wanting."
"Bang!"
Ye Wanting's belongings fell to the ground, right onto her toes. She recoiled, her face filled with panic.
It was the look of someone caught red-handed, utterly embarrassed.
Yan Chi crouched down, resting a hand on his bent leg, and began to pick up the scattered study materials.
"What happened?"
"Brother Chi..."
Ye Wanting started to speak, but suddenly found she had nothing to say. She asked dryly, "Need any service?"
Yan Chi's eyes darkened, a helpless smile crossing his gaze.
This was Minglun, after all. He had often heard Minglun's waitstaff ask this kind of question, some even boldly pressing against him. He would normally handle these indulgent situations with ease, dealing with flirts and romantics.
But coming from Ye Wanting, with her innocent face, the first thought that sprang to his mind made him inwardly chastise himself.
"Yes, I need more wine. I came to get some."
"Oh, okay, I'll go get it for you,"
