Looking for you?
The corner of the party was silent.
Staring at Fu Qian, at that moment, the expressions on the faces of the three people, Butters among them, were indescribably complex.
Knock, knock, knock!
However, the knocking continued, and the person outside was even trying to twist the doorknob.
"You—"
Under another wave of psychological pressure, one of the two assistants, a man with a prominent hump on his nose, finally couldn't help but speak to Fu Qian.
"Double milk, double sugar, are you sure you don't want it?"
But the outside voices abruptly cut off his urge to express himself in the next moment.
"If I guessed right, they are looking for me."
Facing the three pairs of suddenly wide-open eyes, Fu Qian looked as though he had guessed correctly.
"Shall I grab a drink before we chat?"
In the next second, he politely sought the trio's opinion first.
Click!
