He Jingyao slightly curled the corner of his lips with a hint of sarcasm and slowly walked in that direction.
As he approached, the girl became more and more nervous, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly, her eyelashes quivering violently as if under tremendous pressure.
However, He Jingyao's footsteps suddenly stopped.
The girl timidly looked up, only to find the man had stopped in front of the coffee machine, working the device to brew a cup of coffee, and soon turned around with the coffee in hand to return to his desk.
The girl sat down weakly, uncertain whether to feel lost or to heave a sigh of relief.
The cup of coffee was soon empty, and the book in He Jingyao's hand was also almost finished.
He closed the book and idly tapped the desktop with one hand, pondering how to break the deadlock.
