Mei Mengzhen felt an icy chill on her chest, but the coldness of the iced coffee actually relaxed her nerves. Being chilled was always better than being scalded, she thought, and this incident mirrored what had happened to her in her past life, where she was also doused with iced coffee.
The most crucial part was that Pei Ziyu had indeed listened to her and bought an iced Americano. Though it seemed ill-timed to be floating on cloud nine at the moment, the fact that Pei Ziyu had taken her words to heart brought her a secret delight.
Mei Mengzhen slightly lifted the corners of her mouth and tugged at the front of her clothes, only to be chilled again, and she shivered, "Hiss~."
Pei Ziyu called out anxiously, "Zhenzhen."
"I'm fine, just really cold."
Pei Ziyu quickly pulled out tissues and handed them to Mei Mengzhen to dab at the coffee stain on her clothes, then glanced at Zhao Qingyi and Jiang Cheng, finding their presence extremely bothersome.