C88 Toast

"You want me to express my opinion?" Zhao Shu's thoughts turned slightly. He held the cup to his lips, but did not drink. Instead, he used his eyes to see Zhao Qingyan's reaction.

Zhao Qingyan looked at the table with lowered eyes. She maintained a faint smile on her lips, as if she did not care about her own reaction. However, his fingers were curled up habitually on the table