An Ziqi smiled and comforted the two of them, "Don't worry, it's okay, it's just spilled on the clothes. I'll go to the bathroom to wipe the clothes."

"I'll take you with you." The service staff said busy.

An Ziqi nodded, got up and greeted Mu Qing, and then walked outside with the waiter.

Only Mu Qing was left in the box.

Looking at the two cups of coffee in front of her, her face was pale, and her hand under the table was clenched and loosened, and then held tightly again.

After struggling for a long time, he reached out from the bag on the side and took out a small glass bottle with white powder inside.

She really didn't want to do this, but she thought of the courier she received in the morning, her dad who was unclear at the moment, and the phone call from Lan Huan.

Mu Qing closed her eyes, bit her lip hard, and tremblingly poured the white powder in the bottle into the cup of coffee in front of An Ziqi.

An Ziqi walked outside with the waiter for a while, thinking that she had forgotten to call Xiao Moli before she came, and she was afraid that she would not answer the call. Xiao Moli should be worried again, maybe he would come up with something when that time comes. Chaozi looked for her, said hello to the waiter, and turned back to the box where they were.

They came out in a hurry. The door of the box was not closed tightly. An Ziqi walked to the door. Just about to reach out and push the door, she saw from the gap in the doorway that Mu Qing was holding a small glass bottle facing her. Pour something in the coffee cup.

Her brows frowned tightly, no wonder she always felt that Mu Qing was weird today, but she didn't know what she poured into her cup?

What is the purpose of her doing this?

An Ziqi thought for a while, turned around and walked towards the bathroom again.

After cleaning the coffee stains on the clothes, An Ziqi returned to the box they were in and looked at the opposite Mu Qing casually and asked, "Is anyone calling me?"

"No." Mu Qing sat opposite and shook his head, her fingertips holding the cup turned white.

An Ziqi glanced up at her slightly. Maybe she was too flustered just now. There was still a little white powder on the table. She lowered her eyes, raised the cup in front of her, and sent it to her lips.

Seeing her about to drink, Mu Qing called out hastily, "Sister Ziqi."

"En? What's the matter?" An Ziqi looked at her pretendingly.

Mu Qing struggled in his eyes, biting his lip, "No...it's okay, I just think the coffee is a bit bitter, I want to ask if you want to add sugar."

An Ziqi smiled, "I don't like coffee, it's too bitter, and Mo Li doesn't like it either."

While talking, he pressed the pager on the table.

In fact, it wasn't that Xiao Moli didn't like it. He also drank coffee at the beginning, but later he saw that she didn't like it, so he changed it.

A service staff rushed over immediately, "Miss An, what's your order?"

An Ziqi pushed the coffee in front of her aside, "The coffee is a bit cold, please change me a cup of milk tea, thank you."

Mu Qing watched the waiter take the cup of coffee away. He didn't know what it was like. He breathed a sigh of relief for An Ziqi, but couldn't help but grabbed it tightly for her father.

This contradiction and entanglement tortured her, making her anxious and uneasy.

The waiter brought in milk tea again. The two chatted for a while, and An Ziqi explained to her some acting skills and precautions.