Gu Zichen set down his teacup and softly uttered, "Good tea." His voice was deep and magnetic, instilling a sense of security.
Chen Meiqi's face broke into a delighted smile upon hearing his words, "As long as you like it," she said gently, her voice filled with warmth.
Gu Zichen looked at her, a trace of warmth flickering in his eyes, "Your skill is truly remarkable. The aroma, the taste—it's a rare pleasure."
"Alright, let's not waste any more time. Quickly tell me about that person's appearance," Gu Zichen said seriously, sitting in front of his desk, his hands crossed on the tabletop, firmly fixing his gaze on Chen Meiqi.
Chen Meiqi tried hard to recall, her brows tightly knitted, her eyes filled with anxiety: "The person was wearing a hat and a mask. I couldn't see his face, but he was tall and muscular, wearing a black tracksuit."
Gu Zichen's eyes sharpened: "Are you sure?"
