The middle-aged man was the first to speak, extending his hand, "Mr. Evan, it's been a long time, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Sylvan Cheney shook his hand, his expression cool, "Boss Qiyana, hello."
"Miss Janus has been waiting for you for a long time. A pregnant woman standing and waiting for you so long, isn't that touching?"
Erin Janus walked over in a few steps, took Sylvan Cheney's arm, and said coquettishly, "Evan, you finally came, I thought you weren't going to show up! It's not that I wanted to wait for so long, it's just that... the seats we used to sit at were occupied, and they were stubbornly refusing to give them up. Luckily Boss Qiyana came over, otherwise I'd be bullied to death as a pregnant woman. You don't know, I was almost splashed with hot fruit tea just now, aren't you heartbroken?"
"Were you hurt?" Sylvan Cheney glanced at her, asking.
