After entering the living room and waiting for Grandfather Cheng to go upstairs, Jiang Yaoyao looked at the man beside her.
Bo Jinlan sat on the sofa, holding a teacup in one hand and a teapot in the other.
Without speaking, Jiang Yaoyao didn't speak either. Instead, he leisurely proceeded with the elaborate steps of brewing tea, one after another.
Finally, he poured a cup of tea.
"Thank you," Jiang Yaoyao reached out her small hand proactively.
Bo Jinlan paused in his actions, then looked up slightly at her, "Did I say it was for you?"
Jiang Yaoyao blinked her eyes, "I'm thirsty."
"Thirsty?" Bo Jinlan raised an eyebrow, "Did you talk a lot?"
"Yes, in the afternoon with the wedding planning company..."
"Then why didn't you tell me about Jiang Mingyang coming back?"
Jiang Yaoyao pursed her lips, "You're really angry, aren't you?"
Not talking to her, not giving her tea to drink, and now acting all tea and sympathy...
Bo Jinlan raised an eyebrow, "Shouldn't I be angry?"
