Zhou Qi didn't know where he went, Xiao Rou and Xu Qingqing quickly packed ten cups of milk tea.
"Let me have it."
Xiao Rou was still focused on packing the milk tea carefully to avoid any spills, then she heard a familiar voice.
Looking up, Zhou Qi had already reached out his hand, his face showing the bright smile that Xiao Rou had seen countless times before, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it.
Xiao Rou smiled back and handed the milk tea to Zhou Qi.
Ten cups of milk tea packed into two large bags, Zhou Qi carried them, nodded and smiled at Xu Qingqing standing next to Xiao Rou, a greeting before he turned and walked away.
Xiao Rou was about to leave when Xu Qingqing asked, "Rourou, who is he...?"
"Umm… my friend's brother."
The words almost slipped out, Xiao Rou took a detour at the last moment; she originally wanted to say "my friend," but in the end, she didn't want to say it that way because they were friends, but she... wanted more.
