Li Qingshen finally sat down, seemingly in a good mood, and casually picked up the white cup on the table. After taking a sip of tea, he spoke, "Don't you have something to say? Go ahead, it just so happens that I also have something to discuss with you."
Ling Momo stared at the cup in Li Qingshen's hand.
It was a birthday gift she had given him.
Then she couldn't help but think of the cup that she had broken, which was worlds apart from this one.
This cup, worth just a few dozen yuan with mediocre quality, seemed so out of place in his hand.
A bitter taste involuntarily rose in the heart of Ling Momo. She thought that she was just like the cup in his hands now, utterly unworthy of him!
Ling Momo sat upright on the sofa, maintaining the calmest demeanor, with a hint of a smile on her lips as if nothing was amiss, and she spoke with an obedient and sensible tone, "Teacher, why don't you tell me what you need first?"
Li Qingshen simply smiled, "You go first."
