Chapter 842: Mr. Yancey, How Many Minutes for a Cup of Tea?

The reporter was relentlessly blocking the girl's way and even shoved the microphone in front of her face, determined not to let her go without an answer.

The girl seemed tired of being cornered and finally raised her head to answer with a number, unhurried.

Candice Yancey watched the girl on the TV casually mention "250" and couldn't help but chuckle softly. Standing up, she laughed, "That's truly Nathalie's style. I wonder how she did on her exams. I was too nervous about affecting her performance to call her."

She was dressed in a blue shirt with a suit vest over it, looking smart and dashing, her eyebrows arched with vigor, yet her eyes were gentle, "Now that the exams are finally over, I'll find some time to call her later and see how she did."

In front of Mr. Yancey was a cup of tea, the blue and white porcelain glaze underneath shining white, cradling the glossy new tea, the leaves bobbing up and down in the cup—beautiful, like a landscape painting.