Lin Yingying found a place to sit down, pulled out her water cup, and drank tea comfortably, waiting for Long Fei to finish handling all the aftermath.
After Long Fei was done, he went over and reached out to her, saying, "Let me have a sip."
Lin Yingying pulled her little hand back, tilted her nose at him, and said, "No, this is my personal cup."
"Ouch!"
Long Fei exclaimed reaching out to snatch it.
Lin Yingying giggled and twirled around, pulling out another cup from her storage ring for him.
This storage ring was from the Yan Family Ancestor; after Long Fei acquired it, he took out its contents and gave it to Lin Yingying.
Compared to a Qiankun Bag, this thing is much more convenient. Even if you put glass cups or anything like that inside, you don't have to worry about them shaking.
"Here, this is yours."
She handed a large black cup to Long Fei.
Hers was white, exquisitely made, and looked very modern.
Long Fei's cup was just like an old man's, even with a handle.
