Lu Jinnian didn't react.
His assistant stayed silent, carefully leaving the ginger tea on the table.
Even though his assistant's actions were soft, the porcelain cup still made a sound when it touched the table.
Lu Jinnian turned his head at it. He raised his hand, bringing the cigarette to his mouth to take a long puff, and stared out through the full length window. He extinguished his cigarette before turning to his desk. He raised the cup with a single hand and took a gulp. The spicy sensation stayed in his mouth for a long time until he seemed to have recalled something. Quietly, he looked at his assistant who was already at the door.
"Anymore?"
His assistant stopped, realizing after a moment that Lu Jinnian was referring to the ginger tea. Assuming that he wanted to drink some, he immediately nodded. "I'll go pour more."
