He was working on the computer, but was not busy at the moment, leisurely leaning back in his chair.
Jian Yufei put a cup of tea in front of him: "This is tea for you."
Ruan Tianling peered at her, smiling, "Did you make it?"
"What does it matter who made it? It's for you to drink anyways."
"A person is never too attentive unless they have ulterior motives. You hand-delivered the tea to me, but it wouldn't be for no reason, would it?" Ruan Tianling picked up the tea cup, not in a rush to drink.
Jian Yufei clutched the tray tightly, "If I had any motives, you don't have to drink it. Here, I'll take it and pour it out."
She extended her hand to him, Ruan Tianling pushed her actions away.
Of course he needed to drink the tea she had brought for him, though she resented him and never deigned to do anything for him. If he wanted to drink her brewed tea, a cup cost him a thousand yuan in cash, so he had to question her motives.
