"Cough, cough cough."
Zhang Xiangu sat on the sofa in the living room with an incredibly awkward expression on his face. He could only use the coughing sounds as a substitute.
Zhang Wei looked at him with a bizarre expression, seeming to still be recalling the scene that had just taken place.
Yang Jian, on the other hand, sat nonchalantly next to him, eyes focused straightforward as if he knew nothing.
None of the people said a word.
"Your coffee."
At this moment, a mature woman in her mid-thirties came over with several cups of coffee. She first handed a cup to Yang Jian, then to Zhang Xiangu and Zhang Wei. From the beginning to the end, this woman didn't dare to lift her head to face anyone, and her face was still red,
Yang Jian didn't know her name.
He only knew her last name was Huang.
She was the domestic helper of Zhang Wei's family.
