Zhao Jiner didn't blame him, after all, her luck was indeed a bit too bad. But deep down, she couldn't help but feel a little sad.,Regardless of whether he was calling to himself, Zhao Jin'er still walked over to the small table in three steps and two strides, poured a bowl of hot tea for him, and held it out.,After drinking some water, the man's anger seemed to subside. He took a look at Zhao Jiner, a hint of disbelief in his eyes.。