The smoke from the sandalwood curled up from the incense burner, quiet, elegant, and pleasant. Chinese-style décor filled this spacious and bright study with a bookish atmosphere. Like the two glass cups placed on the antique-like mahogany round table, Wu Xueqing and I sat opposite each other.
After Mo Fei left the room and closed the door, I let go of all my restraints, took out my phone, and put it on the table, then I picked up the glass cup and sniffed the fragrance of tea. Light and soothing, they were definitely good tea leaves.
"What? Too embarrassed to thank me in front of Feifei?"
"Huh! Who said I wanted to thank you? Don't flatter yourself, young man." In a sense, Wu Xueqing and I are the same kinds of people. We both have a side that we don't want to show to other people, so I wasn't surprised by her attitude.