Her retort was logical and well-reasoned. Indeed, there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.
The woman, realizing that Xiaye Yan was not as easy to bully as she appeared, and compounded by the man's indifferent attitude, was genuinely disheartened. She glared at Xiaye Yan once more, grabbed her bag, and left the place with pride.
Thus, Xiaye Yan took the opportunity to take her seat and ordered a glass of hot orange juice from the bartender.
"Coming to a bar and only drinking orange juice?"
Just as Xiaye Yan was pondering how to carry out her flirting to the end, the man took the initiative to speak up.
His other hand remained on his female companion's waist, but he was addressing Xiaye Yan: "The Tequila here is considered top-notch in Domestic, originating from an Earl's private brewery abroad. It'd be a pity not to try it, wouldn't it?"
Xiaye Yan, desperate for a conversation topic, turned to face the man.
