"Wasn't there poison?" Hannah's expression didn't change, but her gaze was fixed on the lonely cup of milk tea in the trash can. "Since you say it's not poisoned, why don't you pick it up and take a sip yourself?"
Louis Snyder looked up, knowing Hannah wasn't joking.
A sour taste rose in his heart.
So this was how low Hannah's trust in him had fallen?
"Alright, sister, I'll do anything you want me to do."
The young man seemed to have made up his mind.
He, who was the cleanest of all, now bent down to pick up the discarded milk tea from the trash can.
The faint warmth in his hand tightened his grip involuntarily, but he showed Hannah a perfect smile, "Do you really want me to drink it, sister?"
Hannah didn't answer, only taking the cup of milk tea from the young man's hands and, to his surprise, inserting a straw and handing it back to him.