C1072 A Cold Wind

Tong Zhenzhen happily took the money and ran out of the restaurant. After taking the call, Ye Zimo looked at the plate in front of Xia Yihan: "Just coffee."

Xia Yihan nodded and said, "I can't."

Ye Zimo raised his eyebrows and called Waiter over. "Give some milk to this lady."

"How is Tong Zhenzhen? Did you take care of her that night? " Tong obediently took a sip of her coffee