The family encouraged each other again and then stopped.
Although not urgent, it was still necessary to ask about the specifics.
This matter was a little secret between Song Yi and her, so she went directly to him.
Unexpectedly, the man was leisurely brewing tea at home.
"Where did this tea table come from, so imposing."
Actually, she wanted to ask why she hadn't seen it before.
"I've had it for a while, just never brought it out, come have some tea!"
Jhiang Yuan didn't hesitate, directly sitting on the small stool next to him.
Song Yi's movements were fluid like flowing clouds, brewing tea and warming cups, coupled with his cool demeanor, there was also a sense of nobility.
A cup of tea was handed over, Jhiang Yuan picked it up, asked a question, and then took a sip.
A faint fragrance wafted over, lingering around her mouth and nose.
"Do you know about the situation downstairs?"
"Yeah, he went to the eighth floor and got beaten up."
"Is he dead?"
