Zhang Qi finally relaxed a bit and nodded.
At the same time, Zhang Qi's coffee was ready and was being brought to him by the waiter.
Zhang Qi thanked him, took the coffee, and sipped it.
The rich taste took him by surprise.
In his senior year, he had to rely on cheap instant coffee to stay awake studying late into the night.
The bitter, sweet, and burnt taste always reminded him of the hardship of staying up late.
But he never knew that coffee could taste this good.
Jiang Yi didn't rush him and quietly drank the milk tea in front of her.
When Zhang Qi remembered why he came here, he set down the coffee in his hand and said, "Oh, I came here to see you; actually, I have something I want to say to you, it's about my father."
Jiang Yi quietly watched him and asked, "What happened to your father?"
Zhang Qi furrowed his brow tightly and said, "I don't know how to tell you about this, and I'm not sure if it's just my imagination."
Jiang Yi listened patiently.
