While speaking, Jing Jihan's gaze didn't even linger on Tong Yuanyuan for a moment, his clear and cold tone sending shivers down one's spine.
Tong Yuanyuan's smile faltered a little. Zhou He, beside her, gave her a look suggesting she should quietly step away, prompting her to maintain her sweet smile and say, "I'll come back to pour you some tea whenever you're thirsty, Mr. Jing."
After speaking, she quickly moved to the other side to pour tea for the other leaders, though her heart was trembling for quite some time.
From afar or up close, Jing Jihan's demeanor seemed so calm and composed, yet there was a sharpness about him, like a drawn blade, that repelled any unwarranted closeness within several meters around him.
One truly wonders what kind of extraordinary beauty or unique qualities the woman he took away that day possessed to catch the eye of someone as unattainable as Jing Jihan.
