Without the slightest hesitation, she elegantly picked up the black handbag on the table in front of her and walked toward the restroom in eight-centimeter-high heels.
Her exquisite, coldly beautiful features and aloof air, combined with the understated yet luxurious black dress, seemed to make every step embody mystery and nobility, dispelling Little Boss's drowsiness entirely.
Her gaze, filled with admiration and curiosity, followed her all the way until Su Qiao's figure disappeared into the restroom entrance.
The man and woman in the corner were also watching her intently.
A trace of vexation showed faintly in the man's eyes, while the pretty short-haired woman was filled with intense jealousy.
She quietly tugged at the man's sleeve, hesitating to speak. "Brother Junhui..."
Hearing her, Tao Junhui turned around. Seeing the frightened look on her face, he hurriedly patted the back of her hand. "It's fine. Although she's a little arrogant and somewhat forceful, she's smart, rational, and strong. She'll figure it out soon."
"Mm." A flicker of annoyance quickly crossed Su Xiyan's eyes as she lowered them.
Smart? Rational and strong?
Was Su Qiao really that wonderful?
Hah, arrogant?
She was an orphan who had stolen someone else's home and parents, an orphan who had enjoyed a privileged life for so many years. What did she have to be arrogant about?
Did she have the capital to be arrogant?
The coffee shop's restroom was not especially luxurious, but it was tastefully decorated and filled with the pleasant fragrance of sandalwood.
Moreover, because of the heavy rain, there were hardly any customers in the coffee shop, leaving the restroom just as quiet and deserted.
Su Qiao went straight to the innermost stall and sat down on the toilet lid.
She did not hurry to sort through the jumbled memories in her mind.