Sun Mingyu saw Ling Hua and quickly stood up, took the umbrella from her hand, and placed it properly before turning around to pour her a cup of hot tea.
Lin Feiyuan glanced at Sun Mingyu, as if he had noticed something. His eyes twinkled, and suddenly he said, with a grin that begged for a punch, "Mingyu, when did you develop such a meticulous habit of taking care of others? Was it since you joined the Helmsman three years ago?"
Sun Mingyu paused mid-motion, swept an indifferent glance at Lin Feiyuan, and took up his words, smiling. "My role is different from yours, Feiyuan. It requires attention to the smallest detail, care and propriety in everything. A little carelessness can lead to disaster. If I can't develop this habit, I would have lost my job long ago."
Lin Feiyuan pouted, with a meaning-laden tone, "Is that what you're saying?"
Sun Mingyu's gaze was serene and detached, "That is what I'm saying."
