Zhonghai, inside a quaint and elegantly decorated teahouse private room, Lin Fei, who had been coerced by Shen Fanghua, was truly on pins and needles.
"This teahouse has a history of nearly a hundred years. How about it, Vice Minister Lin, won't you try a cup?" Seeing Lin Fei sitting across from her without any intention of lifting his teacup, Shen Fanghua directly picked up her own teacup and took a light sip.
"Sorry, but I only like to drink alcohol." Tea could be calming and soothing, yet Lin Fei was never a man of refined tastes. Therefore, he did not enjoy drinking tea.
The only time tea could pique his interest was probably when Xue Mei, that blood-colored rose, personally prepared it with the Purple Sand Pot tea set.