My First Cup of Milk Tea this Autumn

Bo Yunli threw his phone aside, took off his glasses, and gently pressed his slender fingers between his eyebrows. 

He couldn't find an outlet to vent the inexplicable irritation in his heart. 

He thought about it. Su Ye wasn't to blame for this little secret, and of course, he wasn't to blame either. 

After all, he only went along with it. 

After thinking about it, he could only blame... Lu Wenbin. 

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The next morning, Su Jinyang checked his email and saw that Nan Bowan had sent him the next phase of the target plan at 4:50 AM. 

He thought that Mr. Nan would send him an email at midnight every time. He was probably abroad. 

Today was Friday. When Su Ye washed up, she looked at herself in the mirror. There was a faint layer of purple under her eyes. 

It was rare for her to wake up late, but she did not miss school. She just did not have time to have a good breakfast.