Mr. Foster's originally broad smile gradually stiffened, and then slowly disappeared. It was only when there was no trace of a smile left on his face that Steve Burton gently tugged at the corners of his lips, revealing a somewhat amused expression. He remained seated, looking at Mr. Foster, and spoke in a clear and cold voice, "Uncle Foster, please sit."
Mr. Foster and Olivia Foster sat down opposite Steve. Perhaps because Steve's demeanor had just been too cold, the atmosphere in the private room seemed somewhat stagnant.
Steve, on the other hand, seemed like nothing was wrong. He picked up the teapot on the table, poured three cups of tea, and pushed the first cup in front of Mr. Foster, "Uncle Foster, have some tea."
Mr. Foster's expression finally relaxed a little, "Thank you."
Steve curved the corners of his lips, said nothing, and pushed the second cup of tea in front of Olivia. Then he slightly raised his eyelids, glanced at Olivia, and said two words, "Drink tea."
