Sui Yi had already taken the phone from Yhan Qingwu's hand, directly accessed the contacts, and then made a call.
The person on the other end seemed a bit surprised by Sui Yi speaking, but quickly agreed to come over immediately.
The warmth of the milk tea warmed her hands then slowly flowed down Yhan Qingwu's throat, warming her belly comfortably.
It seemed to alleviate a great deal of pain.
This kind of pain, many women experience it.
But hers was particularly severe.
However, it seemed much better now, a lot better.
As she sipped, she stared at Sui Yi and after a long while, she finally said, "Sui Yi, have I ever told you... I'm so glad to have met you?"
Her voice was very soft, carrying a faint milky fragrance.
"Hmm?" Sui Yi, holding the phone and pushing the bicycle, turned his head to look at her, thought for a moment, and smiled, "Hmm, just heard it."
At his words, Yhan Qingwu smiled, her slender fingertips caressing the plastic cup, staring at the busy street.