But the Longjing tea from the West Lake in the purple clay teapot had changed from its original green to a light green, and finally to a completely tasteless pale.
Yang Xiaobei finished the last cup of tea and impatiently set the teacup on the coffee table, "President Chen, did you call me here just to have tea? Besides, the tea has lost its flavor."
Chen Ziqian's gaze left the tea on the table and he looked coldly at Yang Xiaobei.
Yang Xiaobei's impatience immediately dropped to its lowest, "President Chen, I think you must have something important to discuss with me. Let's lay it all out. Or, whatever you want, I will agree to it, as long as you don't compete with me for Shanshan."
"..." Chen Ziqian sneered coldly. If it weren't for him having something to hold over him, how could he possibly be so humble?
"President Chen?"
At this moment, a call that was a signal from his assistant came to Chen Ziqian's phone.
That was their signal.
