VIII

"No need, I can treat it myself,"

"Who did that?" asked Irfan still trying to extract information from me.

"Fan, sorry, I can at least eat while chatting," I said a little annoyed.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm a little impatient," he said, scratching his head which I was sure did not itch in the slightest.

I rolled my eyes lazily, you know how women after the mood is broken.

Without saying the slightest word, I got up from my chair, going to the toilet but,

BRUGH !!!

"An,

I fell because I accidentally hit someone who wanted to pass.

"Use your eyes," said the man harshly.

"You're so rude,

I did not continue my sentence when I found out who the person I hit.

"Take care of your mouth," said Irfan.

"Heh, I know you are with this girl, I just leave a message, teach him to be careful," Liam replied coldly.

Somehow I just kept quiet, since the last incident I met him, I seemed to experience severe trauma towards him.