Yan Luoxi needed to feed the child and normally didn't drink coffee, to prevent caffeine from entering the breast milk, which could be harmful to the baby's health. She leaned against the sofa and said indifferently, "A cup of fruit tea."
Han Zhenzhen waved to call over a waiter, ordered a cup of fruit tea and a cup of coffee, and once the waiter left, she smiled, "Do you really like drinking fruit tea, Sister Xi? My mom loves it too; she brought back a long supply of fruit tea from abroad last time. I drank a few cups this morning, and the taste isn't bad. If you like it, I'll deliver two bags to you next time."
Yan Luoxi raised her eyebrows while looking at her. Han Zhenzhen appeared to be around twenty-three or four years old, seemingly a simple girl at first glance, yet somehow she harbored the idea of becoming a homewrecker.
She said, "No need, I rarely drink it anyway."
