Ian Douglas's gaze turned cold, "Sharp-tongued girl!"
"Thank you for the compliment, Grandpa. Hmm, this tea smells so nice. Grandpa, can you tell me what kind of tea this is? It must be very expensive, right?" Scarlett Yates acted as if she didn't notice Ian Douglas's darkening expression, gulping down half a cup of tea like a cow drinking water.
"Tea with special ingredients, how could it not smell nice."
Scarlett suddenly looked up, seemingly very interested, with her eyes sparkling, "Special ingredients? What is it?"
Ian Douglas sneered, "Poison."
Scarlett was stunned, her eyes widened, and she patted her chest while exclaiming, "Grandpa, you don't have to be so ruthless. You want me to leave your precious grandson, I never said I wouldn't agree. I was just thinking about what terms to put forward just now."
She seemed greatly surprised, but Ian Douglas couldn't discern genuine fear from those sly and lively eyes.
