Jiang Tan could detect the resentment in Chu Anning's tone.
She wasn't sure whether this resentment was due to the events of six months ago or something recent that she wasn't aware of.
But Jiang Tan didn't care about that. She looked at Chu Anning's red, furious face and calmly said, "I understand that seeing me makes you uncomfortable, Miss Chu. How can I get you to calm down and talk to me?"
Chu Anning flinches, not expecting Jiang Tan to remain so unflappable. She sneers, "You've certainly polished away your rough edges over the past six months."
"When you're in the game, there's no room for willfulness. If Zhaozhao weren't in an emotional state that made it impossible to negotiate with you, and if we didn't have any other persons of interest to mediate this matter, I assure you I wouldn't be sitting here, making you unreasonably angry."
Jiang Tan picks up the teacup on the desk, composed as ever. "Let's have a toast with this tea, Miss Chu."
