C415 Preoccupation

Looking at Jiang Bei's flustered figure, the corners of Jiang Nan's mouth curled up in a proud smile.

"Amnesia. This is good as well." Jiang Nan picked up the latte on the table. The smell of inferior coffee beans entered his nose.

She frowned and put the glass back.

"Waiter," Jiang Nan called over the waiter who was chatting at the counter