An Ran felt frustrated. She had already brought sugar and milk; what else did this old man want? Luckily, they were the only customers in the coffee shop at the moment.
Even though she was unwilling, she still had to go over: "What can I do for you, sir?"
"Please give me another packet of sugar."
"More sugar? You just added one packet." An Ran kindly reminded him.
"It's bitter."
Well, An Ran suddenly had the feeling that she was shooting herself in the foot.
"Alright, please wait a moment."
An Ran went to the counter and grabbed another packet of sugar for him.
"Is it really that bitter?" Lin Ruonan felt a bit sorry for Mu Xingfeng. How bitter must it be to make this cold and distant man repeatedly ask the waiter for sugar? She thought and then said: "How about changing to another cup? My latte is quite good."
