Zhao Meimei glanced at the girl's friendly smile, quickly avoided eye contact, and turned away pretending not to see.
She turned to look at Shi Yang, seriously sketching the menu, and couldn't help but steal a glance at the girl through the corner of her eye. Sure enough, she saw her focused on watching her Brother Yangyang.
Zhao Meimei pouted, unhappy.
Shi Yang finished selecting and turned to Zhao Meimei, asking, "Do you want peach-flavored drinks or Sprite today?"
Zhao Meimei tugged at the tablecloth, looking gloomy, and stayed silent.
Shi Yang glanced at the waiting waiter nearby, smiled apologetically, and asked again.
Zhao Meimei toyed with her narrow eyelids, intentionally not speaking.
Shi Yang, already unrested, felt tired and weary. He was merely forcing himself to accompany Zhao Meimei here. Seeing her inexplicably act up, he suddenly felt impatient and frowned, thought for a moment, and said to the waiter, "Then bring one of each, please."
