Apart from liking coffee, Xing Chen would also enjoy tasting tea during his leisure time.
Thus, his secretary had also perfected the art of tea ceremony.
The clear, high-quality tea was poured into two purple clay cups.
Lou Xining held the teacup but did not taste it right away. Instead, he appeared preoccupied with his thoughts.
Xing Chen seemed to notice something, so he raised his hand slightly. Seeing this, the secretary quietly left the room.
For a moment, only Xing Chen and Lou Xining were left in the room.
Nodding slightly, he sipped the tea, immediately feeling a natural fragrance spreading in his mouth.
Compared to coffee, tea was clearer and more mind-clearing.
Xing Chen didn't lift his eyes to look at Lou Xining. His articulate hand held the teacup, rubbing the edge with his fingertip, feeling the abruptness of the friction bit by bit.
"What brings you here?"
The gentle voice brought Lou Xining back to his senses.
He finally raised his head to look at Xing Chen.
