"Why are you so slow? Is the tea I asked for ready?" Tian Sangsang frowned in displeasure, lifting the curtain as she took the initiative to step into the private alcove. The delicate fragrance of rose tea filled the air.
Jia Wenxiu was startled and hadn't had time to bring out the tea. The cup was still in her hands.
She maintained a gentle and calm expression: "It's ready." Bending slightly, she poured a small cup for her.
Tian Sangsang took the cup, but as it reached her lips, she paused mid-action. "You didn't finish wiping things. Go finish it, don't just stand there like a fool."
"Sister-in-law, aren't you afraid I'll tell Mom about how you treat me?" Jia Wenxiu's body tensed, her eyes seemingly fixed tightly on her, but in reality, glued to the teacup in her hand.
