An Qianmei smiled with her beautiful eyes and poured tea with her slender fingers: "The tea here is very good, would Miss Jiang like a cup?"
"Sure." Jiang Shuya tried to keep herself calm, not to be impatient, and not to let An Qianmei lead her by the nose.
She needed to appear composed and unruffled so that An Qianmei couldn't see through her, nor sense the rampant pain in her heart.
An Qianmei poured a cup for Jiang Shuya: "Miss Jiang is truly calm."
Jiang Shuya lowered her lashes, lifted the pure white cup with her fair hand, and smiled slightly at the corners of her lips: "What use is there in being overly concerned about things that happened so long ago? Miss An, don't you agree?"
"Does Miss Jiang really think so?" An Qianmei sipped the clear tea, "Then Miss Jiang is too naive and too selfish."
