Like A Cup Of Coffee

Both of them stayed silent until the coffee was served. Absentmindedly, Xiang Weimin picked up his cup to take a sip. Meanwhile, Hyson's eyes were glued to his face. 

"I wonder what you called me here for?"

Xiang Weimin was pulled out of his daydreaming with his voice and looked into his eyes, "You don't know?"

"I don't," Hyson replied innocently and even flashed a smile.

"You know," stressed Xiang Weimin with certainty. From what he could see, it was obvious that Hyson wasn't as oblivious to the world around him, even though he loved acting innocent.

"Even if I do know," started Hyson lazily. "I'd like to hear it from you. I don't like answering questions, I haven't even been asked."

"From the beginning, you knew who I was?"