Lu Sirong could indeed endure, tears spinning in her eyes, yet she bit her lip and bowed her head resolutely to offer tea.
"Aunt, please enjoy your tea!" This time, her voice came with a distinct choke.
Lu Fengxuan casually took the teacup, barely touched it to her lips, and then set it down.
She lifted her gaze, looking indifferently at Jiang Che.
Jiang Che, holding back his anger, offered her tea in the same insincere manner, changing his tone of voice and with an expression like he was constipated.
Seeing their facial expressions, the frustration Lu Fengxuan felt in her chest somewhat dissipated, her lips curled up in a smirk that was not quite a smile, as if she had written 'I'm deliberately taking advantage of you, bite me' across her face.
Yu Chiyin raised his hand, his finger brushed across her lifted lip corner, moving downward to grasp her wrist.
The long legs, one over the other, touched down on the floor.
"Brother Ayin," Lu Fengxuan looked over at him.
