The atmosphere was awkward beyond words. Yang Yi pondered for a moment; he really needed to think hard to decide what to say next. But just as he found his opening line, the black tea was served.
The server was about to place the tray on the table, but the guy dressed like a bodyguard in a black suit took it instead. He then set the tray on the table, looked at the cups, and deftly placed one in front of Wahid, filling it to the brim with tea.
After serving Wahid his tea, the man in the black suit poured a cup for Yang Yi with impeccable skill and extreme politeness. Everything was perfect, except that it was obvious this person usually wore robes rather than suits.
Wahid picked up the tea, took a gentle sip, and then frowned.
The man in the black suit immediately slightly bent over, with a look of readiness to serve. However, Wahid gently shook his head and put the teacup down.
