The coffee shop.
Bai Yifan sat cross-legged on a rather artistic chair, with seven or eight cups of coffee before him.
"Do you know my sister?"
Bai Yifan's face was full of scrutiny.
He strongly suspected that the person in front of him had nefarious intentions.
Otherwise, why did he change so much after talking to his sister on the phone?
No longer grabbing him like he was a thief, he even brought him to the coffee shop.
He casually mentioned wanting the most expensive coffee, and suddenly there were seven or eight cups in front of him.
Just a moment ago, he looked like he wanted to kill him!
In short, it was kind of weird.
Leng Yebai didn't respond to Bai Yifan's question, his face as cold as ever, his sharp eyes fixed on the doorway.
There was a glimmer of light in those sharp eyes.
Bai Yifan secretly took out his phone, snapped a picture of Leng Yebai, and sent it to his sister.
'Sis, do you know him?'
'No, I don't.'
