Everyone on the opposite side was stunned when they heard this. They didn't expect to end up losing more than they gained. Everyone started to speak softly. Qingyao didn't respond and directly asked everyone to accept what she had just said, and then asked everyone to leave and find a new place as soon as possible. Seeing that Qingyao was not moved by her soft words, everyone got angry and stood up and left. Before leaving, they said to Qingyao: "I hope Miss Qing won't regret it in the future!"
Qingyao drank her coffee without even looking up after hearing this. Seeing this, everyone left the coffee shop angrily.
At this moment, a man walked into the store and said in a cold voice, "A cup of Hawaiian Kona coffee, thank you!"
When Qingyao heard such a pleasant voice, she looked up and saw what a noble young man of the highest caliber was.
The man was tall and straight, wearing a finely tailored custom-made suit that fitted his broad shoulders and tight waist perfectly. The texture of the fabric exuded a low-key luxury under the light.
Under the fine and messy forehead hair are a pair of deep and dark eyes, as if hiding endless stars and thousand-year-old glaciers, and the coldness reveals a sense of alienation that keeps people thousands of miles away.
The high nose bridge is as straight as a mountain, with strong lines, adding a sense of three-dimensionality and coldness to the almost perfect face.
The inky black hair was combed neatly to the back of the head, revealing a smooth and full forehead. Every strand of hair seemed to have its own place, meticulously done.
A low-key sapphire earring on his ear looks deep blue under the light. A thin silver chain around his neck hangs an ancient family emblem, which exudes the weight of history and heritage against the backdrop of his white shirt.
He sat there, as if surrounded by an invisible aura, which was the result of his innate superiority and the elegance and composure cultivated by long-term immersion in upper-class society.
Every movement, even if it was just raising a hand to adjust his cuffs or turning his head slightly to glance around, was carried out with a precise sense of rhythm and an indescribable dignity, as if everything in the world was just a plaything in his palm, and he only needed to gently grasp it to control the overall situation.
Seeing such a top-quality product, Qingyao became interested. Perhaps it was because Qingyao's eyes were too passionate, which made the other party look at her. Qingyao looked at the other party's eyes, raised the Geisha coffee in her hand, clinked glasses with the other party, then took a sip of coffee and looked at the other party. Who knew that the other party didn't even look at Qingyao and retracted his gaze to drink his own coffee.
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