C413 Birds die for food men die for money

"Miss, here's your coffee." He placed the coffee and cake on the tray in front of them, his hands shaking slightly, and took a deep breath, a smile on his face.

Wen Zhizhi and Zhang Wensi nodded. The man watched as Wen Zhizhi picked up a bottle and took a sip. She then drank the fine white powder floating on the surface of the water.

The man let out a sigh of relief, bent over, and backed away