"Make me a cup of green tea, please."
Guanjiang Residential Complex, at Yang Jian's home.
Sitting casually on the sofa, Sister Hong, dressed in a red cheongsam, smiled and said to Zhang Liqin.
Zhang Liqin felt that the smile was cold and devoid of warmth, sending a chill down her spine. After all, this person had just threatened Yang Jian, saying she would kill both herself and Jiang Yan.
She said nothing and simply performed her duties, serving a cup of tea to Sister Hong before leaving.
"This tea is quite bad, it tastes off. Seems she doesn't like me and used the worst tea leaves to entertain me. A bit petty." Sister Hong picked up the cup, sipped lightly, then commented.
Yang Jian said, "You are an unwelcome guest. It's already quite polite not to spit in your tea."
"True." Sister Hong put down the teacup.
