Apartment, in the living room
Ruan Mengxi just returned from outside, steaming from the summer heat, and now felt a chill all over as the indoor air conditioning blew over him.
He looked at the few people sitting in the living room, completely clueless about the situation.
He just noticed that Old Man Qi didn't even have a glass of water before him and said with a smile, "Mr. President, please wait a moment, I'll make you a cup of tea. I don't have any good tea leaves here, so please don't mind."
"It's okay." Old Man Qi smiled and watched her enter the kitchen, boil water and take out tea leaves. With a sidelong glance at his grandson, he was filled with disdain, "I've been in the door for so long, and you haven't even given me a glass of water."
"I thought you were just stopping by briefly and would leave soon."
"Does that mean I'm unworthy of a glass of water?"
"My leg is injured, and I'm not very mobile."
