He Yun was dazed by a splash of coffee and took a while to respond.
Ruan Qi was also stunned for a moment, but as soon as she saw who had spilled the coffee, she quickly stood up.
"Auntie, what brings you here?"
Duan Wei, who still wore a black lightweight jacket despite the temperature being eleven degrees below zero, threw the coffee cup back onto the table, then lifted her thermos with her left hand.
"Ah Nine is working overtime, I've come to bring you soup."
The young girl was practically overjoyed to death.
She didn't care about the half-eaten yogurt cake, hurrying to take Duan Wei's hand instead.
"Auntie, why are you wearing so little? Your hand is freezing..."
Before she could finish saying "cold," the young girl felt the warmth in the palm of the woman's hand.
"..." It was very awkward.
Ruan Xiaoqi coughed awkwardly and reached for the down jacket on the couch to drape over Duan Wei.