Chapter 116 "Aren't you afraid that Nora Hart will hate you in the future?

Andrew Locke went to the tea table on the side to boil water, and while picking tea leaves, he looked at Nora Hart, "Miss Hart, what tea would you like to drink?"

Nora Hart smirked and countered, "What tea do you think suits me, Boss Locke?"

The man picked thoughtfully at the small wooden table beside the tea setup, "Old Banzhang, then!"

"The king of Pu'er, with its bright soup color, rich aroma, quick to shed its initial bitterness, but with a fast and vigorous aftertaste, lightly bearing the scent of honey, quite like Miss Hart."

Nora Hart: ......She suspected that this bastard in front of her was flirting.

"What's the matter? Lawyer Locke feeling lonely?"

The sound of boiling water spread between them, with half of Andrew's cigarette still lit at his fingertips. The steam from the boiling water mingled with the thin smoke from the cigarette, obscuring the looks they exchanged.

Andrew Locke gazed at Nora Hart, deep in thought.