This Sweet Smile Had A Strong Lethality

The very instant the lady posed the question, Li Jianyue turned and glared at her. She was about to give her an angry reply when Li Mosen opened his mouth. "Do I know you?"

Li Mosen's voice, though calm, had a tinge of obliviousness and indifference.

It was evident from his demeanor that he didn't want to talk to her.

It made the lady even more furious. Her already flushed face became redder. Her eyes, too, turned red with rage as she replied, "I... I'm from year-two class three."

"I'm in year three." Li Mosen ignored her and looked at the menu. "I don't know you."

"What about orange juice?" he asked Li Jianyue.

"I want to drink soymilk."

Li Mosen smiled. "Okay."

He called over the waiter. The lady standing in front of him seemed not to exist as he gave the waiter the menu he was holding. At no point during this entire time did Li Mosen look again at the lady.