Not a moment later, the waiter brought a cup of coffee, and Jingshu took a sip, frowning slightly.

This coffee seems to taste a little weird.

Never mind, this cafe is not high class, so it's not surprising that the coffee is a little different.

With that thought, Netsuke took another sip, then set the coffee down.

"Shu, I'm sorry. Making you wait so long."

"No..." Jenshu was just about to say 'nothing' when, halfway through her sentence, she looked up and saw ...