The plush Turkish pure wool carpet, Italian top-grade genuine leather sofas, crystal chandeliers, valuable French high-end furniture—the mahogany coffee table shone with a polished gleam, and atop it was placed a set of silver drinkware, a classic blend of Eastern and Western styles, fashionable yet classical.
"Please have a seat. What would you like to drink?" The middle-aged man who was the host offered politely, "This is where I live; you can relax a bit."
"I'm not picky about drinks, coffee or tea is fine. But can I smoke here?" Zhang Ziwen, obliging the host, unceremoniously sat down on the sofa, quite comfortably, completely disregarding how soaked he was.
