An hour later, Cheng Zhiwei was brought into a villa with a garden filled with various chrysanthemums.
Zhou Jinzhong was methodically brewing tea.
Cheng Zhiwei was forced to sit across from him.
Zhou Jinzhong, already like the Zhou family's ancient ancestor, had his face layered with wrinkles yet his hands were very steady as he poured the boiling hot water into the tea cup, causing a waft of steam to rise.
He gently nodded toward Cheng Zhiwei, his tone much friendlier than last time at the hospital, "To invite you over for a cup of tea like this, I hope it didn't scare you?"
Cheng Zhiwei had long anticipated such a day, and seeing the posture Zhou Jinzhong had put on, the tea she was about to drink today should at least be palatable.
She politely said, "To be able to drink tea made by Third Uncle is my fortune."
