Moreover, the reception room was so luxurious, so extravagant.
Zhao Tiezhu couldn't help but start sizing it up.
He saw that the reception room was entirely decorated in Chinese style with not a trace of foreign elements. It looked quaint and elegant, giving off a feeling that was refreshing to both mind and soul.
While Zhao Tiezhu was taking in the reception room, a person responsible for the tea ceremony had already poured tea for the two of them.
After the tea was poured,
the tea server bowed slightly to them both and quietly retreated, closing the large door behind them.
At this point, only Zhao Tiezhu and Li Xifeng remained in the reception room, sitting there without speaking, staring at each other in silence.
As time went by in such waiting, it began to drag on quite slowly.
And it was so slow that it was starting to be maddening, headache-inducing.
