"Can I speak properly with you acting like this?" Zhong Liying glanced downward.
Well, what she said had its point.
This state was indeed not suitable for discussing serious matters.
So he let her go.
The two got dressed and sat upright at the tea table.
As the saying goes, those below imitate those above.
Because Sun Dasheng liked to pretend to be cultured, he had a carved tea table in his office.
Zhong Liying followed suit and got herself one too.
It looked even more exquisite than his by a few degrees.
Seeing Zhong Liying's skilled technique, it seemed she had practiced a lot.
Sun Dasheng took the tea she handed over with a smile: "How long have you learned? You have quite the talent."
"Oh really? You think my practice isn't bad? That's good, I've only been learning for three months, squeezing it in between work, afraid to show off in front of you."
This unexpected modesty made Sun Dasheng look at her in surprise.
"What are you looking at?"
"This isn't like you."
