The bearers outside carrying the sedan chair moved very steadily; it seemed that the chair bearers of the Duke Residence were all carefully selected, as not a single bump could be felt. Therefore, it could not have been the jostling of the chair that caused the tea to spill; it had to be because of her words.
Jih Heng set down her teacup, took out a white silk kerchief, and deliberately wiped the tea off her hand. Only after she finished did she look towards Jiang Li, "No."
Jiang Li: "..."
If it wasn't, it wasn't. To say 'no' with such murderous intent, only Jih Heng could do that. Jiang Li suddenly understood why outsiders rumored Jih Heng to be fickle in temper—because he was indeed so.
"Who is Hai Tang to you?" Jih Heng suddenly asked.
