Feng Ling saw that he was mindless of her warning and responded gloomily: "I'm not thirsty."
"What a coincidence, I'm thirsty." The man reached for the coffee cup before her and brought it up to his lips without any restrain.
Feng Ling: "…"
Under the table, she silently shifted her feet and kicked him. She then turned to give him a dark look.
Li Nanheng placed the cup down as though he hadn't felt the force of her kick. He remained looking forward at Madam Feng, whose eyes seemed to conceal a smile: "Has the Feng family's elders been healthy?"
