As they entered the living room, Zhang Wei sunk himself into the couch, releasing a deep sigh of relief.
Song Shoushan, on the other hand, calmly took his place in an armchair across from Zhang Wei.
Almost immediately, Zhao Hongyan returned with a tray of tea and warm, delicious snacks.
The aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the air, and the sight of the well-curated plate of snacks made Zhang Wei's stomach rumble.
Zhao Hongyan placed the tray on the coffee table with a gentle thud and then settled herself into an armchair opposite Zhang Wei and Song Shoushan.
As soon as she made herself comfortable, Zhao Hongyan directed her focus towards Zhang Wei.
Her piercing eyes locked onto him, and he could feel her scrutinizing him as she asked him intently, "So, what brings you here today, Zhang Wei?"
Zhang Wei knew that he had to tread carefully. He took a deep breath, composing himself, and then plastered an amicable expression on his face.