Feng Haiyang was in a state of panic. Although the receptionist had prepared the tea, Feng Haiyang sat restlessly, not daring to touch the tea in front of him.
At this moment, Feng Haiyang was inwardly wailing, wishing he had known this errand would cause trouble, he would never have come.
Zhan Yun, on the other hand, smiled slightly, casually picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and gestured to Feng Haiyang with his cup, "The tea's not bad."
Feng Haiyang was in no mood to savor tea. He whispered in irritation, "Zhan Yun, do you still have the mood to drink tea at a time like this? When the Han Family starts investigating, we'll both be in deep trouble!"
"Relax, nothing will happen," Zhan Yun said with an easy expression.
Feng Haiyang was furious, "You're not worried because you have nothing to lose, but I'm different. You're using someone else's card to bluff your way in; this is going to end badly!"
