The sharp, needle-like pain from the back of his hand almost made him retract his arm, this sudden onslaught of pain induced a greater sense of fear, causing one to involuntarily scream or react protectively, hard to control consciously.
"Thank you, Sister Lin." Ye Tian smiled slightly while calmly bringing the teacup to his mouth and taking a sip, "Tsk tsk, good tea, I'll have to take some with me when I leave."
"Hehe, no problem, I don't like tea anyway. You can take it if you like. Last time I didn't serve you well for the meal, consider this a compensation for that." Lin Jingran said as she walked into the room and came back with a green cylindrical box, the surface wrapped in green tea leaves.
Ye Tian kept one hand in his pocket and continued to sip his tea with the other, blowing on it to cool it down, "Sister Lin, leave the tea for now, and please call Chen Xing quickly or she might miss her flight."
