Lu Qingqing felt indifferent when she saw Song Xiuluan, but her spirits lifted on seeing Yan Chong.
"Please come in, Mr. Yan, have you returned because the case is over?" She greeted Yan Chong politely and didn't forget to invite Song Xiufeng as well, "Please come in too, Mr. Song, Mr. Fu happens to be here."
As Song Xiuluan walked in, he glared angrily at Fu Yisheng.
Fu Yisheng appeared relaxed, completely unaffected, and even elegantly prepared tea for them.
To them, the quality of the tea was pretty mediocre, but it was the best Shi Feng Longjing tea that Lu Qingqing could afford—a tender green one bud, one leaf that, once steeped in boiling water, unfurled and danced in the glass cup.
Lu Qingqing failed to notice their expressions as she hurriedly stowed her perfume away.
Yan Chong glanced at it and remarked offhandedly, "From the third? I wouldn't have thought someone as aloof as him could actually be so romantic."
