She had saved the teapot and put it on the table in less than 20 seconds. It seemed to be a short moment, but only Cen Shaoqing, a martial artist, knew how difficult it was.
And the teapot was filled with boiling hot tea. Not only did she not burn herself, but she did not let a single drop of the tea spill out. The entire process was as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water.
How could a person without any real martial arts background be able to do it?
"Thank you." Ye Zhuo lowered his eyes slightly and met Cen Shaoqing's eyes. Their eyes met. In a flash, there seemed to be ripples in all directions, but they soon disappeared.
Ye Zhuo had a good memory.
Seeing these eyes, she quickly remembered the man she saw at the Mu family banquet that night.
