After a playful banter between the two, a serious atmosphere returned, in preparation for what was about to happen next.
Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning sat down on each other's side while Cai Ning stared at the superintendent, her eyes narrowed.
The young policewoman made a warm tea for her friend meticulously. Her gestured exhibiting arts for the watchers to enjoy.
But that didn't include Cai Ning. To her, except for the beautiful movement of her friend's graceful hands, she found nothing appealing.
After Yang Qingyue finished her tea brewing, she handed it over to her friend for a sip. Cai Ningbing sniffed the warm air wafted out of the liquid and was refreshed.
Her mouth parted as she gently sipped. Little by little to avoid her tongue getting burnt.
Afterward, Cai Ning pouted her lips and exhaled: "Good tea."
Yang Qingyue's eyes turned suspicious, disbelieving her friend studied tea arts to comment on her brewing.
