Half an hour later, with the rush over and two customers gone, the small shop was still crowded.
Wen Lin was tidying up the equipment and called out to the room inside, "Zhong Yuan, pour five cups of tea for me."
The most responsive was Jiang Shuyao.
Subconsciously she thought it was just a common name, but when that figure lifted the curtain and came out, she realized the world was really small.
For the first time, she saw an emotion other than indifference in the eyes of this roommate.
With a brief look of surprise, Zhong Yuan shifted his gaze away from Jiang Shuyao and picked up the tea tray and cups to pour water at the counter.
"Yaoyao, isn't she the folksong singer, a girl, right?" Tang Xing came over with quick, small steps, her eyes sparkling with delight, as though she'd stumbled upon an unexpected treasure.
Hmm.
A girl, one who didn't care much for socializing, looking even more difficult to deal with than the one standing beside her.
