Yang Yiting was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant, stood up immediately, pushed open the door, and saw Qing Luo who came to serve tea standing outside, probably because she was frightened by Meng Yuan's majestic low voice just now, her pretty face was still a little pale.
Although she did not order tea, but since Qing Luo brought it, she had no objection. Although this girl couldn't speak, she had always been careful and thoughtful in her work. Yang Yiting was quite satisfied with her.
So she nodded and let Qing Luo come in and put down the tea. Seeing that Meng Yuan seemed to be looking bad, she winked at her and motioned her to step back.
Qing Luo understood, she bowed her body, and quietly retreated.
