Fluffy Zane hurriedly washed her hands and headed out of the kitchen.
William Guillen glanced unintentionally at her mobile phone and noticed that the caller was Jim Jones, which instantly killed his mood.
Fluffy Zane came out with a trot and reached for the mobile phone. After taking it, she ran upstairs with it.
"Hello?"
William Guillen picked up the tea cup and was scalded after taking a sip. Annoyed, he growled, "Who made this tea?!"
Hearing his voice, Fluffy Zane turned back from the staircase. "I made it, is there a problem?"
William Guillen was merely picking at her. "Are you trying to burn me to death?"
What a joke!
The water temperature for making tea was supposed to be that high. Couldn't he have blown on it to cool it down before drinking?
This was the first time Fluffy Zane had encountered someone so deliberately trying to find fault, and she couldn't help but get angry. "Don't nitpick. You should know when to keep your head down."
