Xue An and Zhuo Yangyang settled down in Meng Lei's townhouse.
Because of the overwhelming events of the day, a highly perturbed Zhuo Yangyang retired to her room early to rest.
Xue An, meanwhile, sat in the living room, brewing tea with deliberate care.
When the fragrance of the tea began to fill the air, Meng Lei, who had gone out to gather information, pushed the door open and walked in.
At this moment, he looked somewhat weary.
Without lifting his head, Xue An asked indifferently, "Sit down for some tea?"
Meng Lei was momentarily startled, then smiled and sat opposite Xue An.
After taking a sip of the freshly brewed tea, Meng Lei frowned slightly.
"This tea..."
Xue An smiled. "I added a bit of ginger! Does it taste a little off?"
"It's not exactly unpleasant to drink, just tastes a bit strange," Meng Lei remarked as he took another sip.
Then there was a long silence.