Ten minutes later, Shen Wenqian, holding a tea tray, entered the living room with trepidation.
The atmosphere in the living room was rather peculiar.
A tall woman stood next to the sofa, her arms crossed and eyebrows raised, looking at Xi Jiu and Ruan Qi sitting opposite her.
Shen Wenqian shakily placed the tea tray on the coffee table and reached out to make the tea.
An exquisitely beautiful hand gently stopped him.
Shen Wenqian looked up in confusion, then fell into a pair of bright, enchanting eyes.
The owner of the eyes, her red lips curving up, spoke with a queen-like laziness, "Mr. Shen, please take a seat, I'll make the tea."
Shen Wenqian was nearly mesmerized by her smile.
He sat down on the sofa in a daze, but his eyes couldn't seem to move away from the woman.
The woman slowly removed her black fur coat and carelessly tossed it onto the sofa.