Jiang Tong smiled. She picked up the upside-down clean teacup and straightened it. Then, she picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea.
The middle-aged man walked back and stood in front of Jiang Tong. He stared straight at Jiang Tong. Because Jiang Tong didn't look at him, he looked at Jiang Tong with fear and killing intent.
"Sit. Why are you standing?" Jiang Tong lifted her teacup and said with a smile.
"Who are you?" The middle-aged man's face darkened. He pulled a chair and sat down. He suddenly became more imposing.
"Jiang Tong. You may not have heard of me before, Boss Yao," Jiang Tong said with a smile.
