Wen Wanzi was momentarily stunned, her shoulders lifted in a somewhat amused shrug.
"Guessing. What, did I get President Bao's thoughts wrong?"
Bao Yancheng narrowed his eyes, the woman in front of him laughing playfully, surprisingly relaxed, as though she wasn't here on business but merely meeting a friend.
Moreover, a friend of many years.
Of course, Wen Wanzi knew what he was thinking.
Because this was precisely her aim for the day, she had to find a way to stir up Bao Yancheng's heart.
This café, this time and place, were all within her calculations.
Wen Wanzi took a sip of her iced Americano, set down the cup, and began to speak lightly.
"The beans are handpicked by me, they shouldn't be sour, give it a try."
This coffee shop was the one that Wen Wanzi and Bao Yancheng used to frequent the most, tucked away in a corner, and not even convenient for parking.