"Why, are you nervous?"
Li Mingxun looked sideways at Quan Zehao, feeling that she was acting strange today.
"What do I have to be nervous about?"
Quan Zehao smiled faintly, picking up the teapot to refill everyone's cups, changing the subject, "This tea is quite good."
"It's tea grown by Hao Jia's dad, he always brings us the best."
Ling Shaohan looked at Quan Zehao, "If you like it, I'll ask her to pack some for you to take home."
"Sounds good."
Quan Zehao nodded, "I seldom drink such good tea, so I won't be polite."
His gaze discreetly swept over Luo Qianxun, noting that she was still holding her phone in silence. It looked like the call hadn't been connected yet.
Luo Qianxun had indeed failed to get through on her first try, but she was persistent and dialed again.
Bai Xiaolian had never failed to take her calls before, which made her a bit worried.
Could it be that Situ Hao had done something to Bai Xiaolian?
"Hello?"