After spreading his hands, Chen shamelessly said to Aoko Nakamori.
"What did you say? That I had improper intentions toward you? Shouldn't that be the other way around?"
Aoko Nakamori nearly sprayed out a mouthful of coffee. He actually said she had improper intentions—was she that kind of person?
"You never know. What if you are?" Chen said calmly as he sipped his coffee.
However, after taking a sip, Chen frowned slightly. Sure enough, he still wasn't used to drinking coffee. Well, he just didn't really like it.
"Damn it, why are you such an awful person?" Aoko Nakamori said irritably.
"Heh, how am I awful? I think a lot of people like me. Look, someone's even sneaking glances at me."
Chen gestured to Aoko Nakamori. When she looked up, she really did see people secretly looking at Chen.
Some of them were customers, while others were café waiters.
"Anyway, you're just awful." Aoko Nakamori stood up angrily. She no longer wanted to talk to Chen and was ready to leave without following him anymore.
But when she wanted to pay, Aoko Nakamori suddenly panicked. Oh no, where was her wallet? Had she lost it?
Aoko Nakamori was so anxious that she was almost in tears. What was she supposed to do now? Did she have to call her father?
At that moment, Chen looked strangely at the flustered Aoko Nakamori.
She was so anxious—had she lost her wallet? Well, Chen's guess was remarkably accurate.
Chen looked at the anxious Aoko Nakamori and happily took a sip of coffee. The coffee that had seemed unpleasant before now tasted delicious.
"That look on your face is pure mischief." Yukiko Kudo couldn't help saying after glancing at Chen.
Yet Yukiko had failed to notice that she looked exactly the same—her own face