"Well, at least wait for me to finish this cup of tea," Yang Fan said to Fu Xuebing, shaking the tea cup in his hand.
"I just sat down in your house and started organizing the medicine for you. I haven't drank more than two sips of water, and you're already rushing me to leave? Your hospitality seems a bit hasty!"
"Take your time, there's still tea," Fu Xuebing said with a wave of his hand and a smile. "Keep drinking, I'll just make a quick call over there."
Yang Fan watched as Fu Xuebing held up his cellphone and swayed toward the doorway of the eastern room, then sat down on that dilapidated sofa before he moved back into the room.
It seemed that Fu Xuebing also didn't want Yang Fan and Li Jia to hear the phone conversation.
Yang Fan wasn't really after the tea, it was cold anyway, not worth drinking.
He mainly wanted to find a chance to explain things to Li Jia.
