"I've heard that the President used to live in England and grew up there, so I specially learned English tea-making. Do you like it?"
He Miner held the tea in both hands and presented it to Yeh Cangqiong.
Her eyes looked at him with a hint of expectation.
Chi Xiaoyu lowered her head, sipping her juice...
"Actually, I'm not too particular about tea; anything is fine!"
Yeh Cangqiong chatted casually.
"Oh, what about you, Xiao Yu? Do you like tea?"
"I prefer juice!"
"As long as you like it, go ahead, eat! I rarely cook... hope you don't mind!"
Yeh Cangqiong suddenly stood up, snapped his fingers, waved his hand, and Ling Fei, standing from a distance, emerged from the trees.
"Reporting to the President, everything around is safe, nothing unusual, please enjoy your meal!"
Ling Fei in a pitch-black suit, incredibly fit, just with a face devoid of expression.
"Come, sit down!" Yeh Cangqiong pointed to a chair.
"Mr. President, I today..."
