"Mr. Ding, please have some tea."
Standing in front of Ding Chenmo, Wang Zishu's hand trembled slightly.
Ding Chenmo turned his head to the side, his gaze landing indifferently on her face. His stern, handsome face betrayed little emotion. He glanced at the cup in her hand, then looked away, his voice neither cold nor warm, "Thank you, Miss Wang, just put it there."
He pointed toward a table nearby.
His tone was filled with detachment, causing Wang Zishu's hand to tighten. She then forced a smile, "Then I'll put it here."
Wang Zishu set the cup on the table and looked up just as Ding Chenmo was removing his watch from his wrist. She unconsciously stepped forward. "Let me hold that for you."
Ding Chenmo gave the woman before him a glance and set the watch on the table. "No need."
