The vintage curtains were drawn back and tied to the sides, letting sunlight flood in and dispel the gloom in the room.
Even when the hosts were absent, the servants regularly cleaned, keeping everything tidy and bright. Rong Zhi touched the flower tea on the table; the temperature was still acceptable.
She poured two cups and then sat in the chair with plush cushions, her straight legs casually crossed. This was her preferred posture when discussing serious matters.
Bai Su was slightly taken aback, knowing there was no escaping today, so he could only sit opposite her, his legs together with an attitude of obediently listening.
Rong Zhi looked down at him for a long moment, suddenly recalling when he was a tutor at the Rong Family, and she was still a student, her position not yet reversed.
Now it was Bai Su's turn to 'attend her lectures.'
"One question, one answer?"
After a while, the young man took a leisurely sip of the flower tea; the taste was mild.
