Watching Ming Xizhi's helpless expression, everyone in the living room had a smile on their faces. Who would have thought that the dignified Mr. Ming from Zhongyuan District would be so deflated in front of Qin Han.
Qin Han nodded in satisfaction, poured a cup of tea for Ming Xizhi, and said, "Drink tea!"
Ming Xizhi looked at the teacup in front of him, pouted, and said, "Are you a dog, changing your face so quickly?"
"Seems like you've never had the habit of pouring tea for me!" Ming Xizhi said grumpily.
Qin Han heard this, smiled faintly, and said, "You always need to comfort a bit, don't you."
"I've become your subordinate, have I?" Ming Xizhi glared at Qin Han, then picked up the teacup on the table, drank it in one gulp, and then said, "Pour tea!"
Qin Han, seeing this, cheerfully continued pouring tea for Ming Xizhi.
Song Yuwei laughed and said, "Knowing that Mr. Ming likes drinking, I've prepared a good bottle of wine, and it'll be delivered soon."
