In the tea room, soothing music plays, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, cars come and go, creating a sense of peace amidst the hustle and bustle.
Chen Feng looked at Jiang Xiaoshan's bright eyes, just about to respond, when a knock on the door sounded.
Then, the waiter came in carrying a pot of tea and a plate of pistachios.
After the waiter placed everything down and left, Jiang Xiaoshan couldn't wait to ask again, "Brother, you still haven't answered me yet?"
Chen Feng looked at her leisurely and shook his head, saying, "You're quite oblivious."
Jiang Xiaoshan was taken aback, then quickly reacted, immediately extending her hand to stand up, bending halfway to pour tea for Chen Feng.
"Brother, have some tea." Jiang Xiaoshan said with a sycophantic smile, her voice soft and tender.
Chen Feng smiled, picked up the teacup—it was a bit hot—and blew on it, taking a small sip before nodding slowly, "I really am the boss of Fengmang Film and Television Company."
