"..." Zhang Tianxiang had just raised his hands when he realized that Tang Qing had no such intention.
His hands remained awkwardly suspended mid-air, and the smile on his face froze, visibly fading away.
Especially upon feeling the gazes of several people, his cheeks burned with embarrassment.
This damn woman! Is she deliberately toying with me?
Zhang Tianxiang was furious but couldn't lash out, as he had always maintained the image of a modest and polite gentleman to the outside world.
It didn't matter what others thought; at least in his own eyes, he truly was a courteous and humble gentleman.
Clenching his fist, he silently lowered his hands, trying not to draw attention. Zhang Tianxiang was curious to see what kind of trick Tang Qing was trying to pull off in front of him.
He then saw Tang Qing pick up two paper bags from the side of the sofa.
