Although Mr. Zhuan's face was expressionless, both Chen Chuan and Instructor Wen could somehow read the clear message: 'Don't listen to his nonsense.'
A moment of silence descended upon the living room.
Mr. Wen chuckled. "Mr. Zhuan, please, have some tea."
Mr. Zhuan immediately picked up the teacup before him, fixing his gaze on its contents and refusing to look elsewhere.
After a moment of thought, Chen Chuan folded the wanted notice and put it away. He stood up from his seat. "I understand the assessment mission," he said. "It's getting late, so I should be going. Mr. Zhuan, where can I find you after this is complete?"
Mr. Zhuan lifted his teacup, obscuring half his face as if to drink. He hesitated before answering uncertainly, "A hotel?"
