Fang Jinxiu's home is really a mess, with the table covered in all sorts of disorderly stuff and various stains, as if it hasn't been wiped for years.
Honestly, Tang Rao didn't even dare to rest his arm on the table, slowly noticing a layer of black gunk.
A cup of tea was set in front of Tang Rao, with a few leaves floating in it, steaming and indeed exuding a greasy smell.
"Mr. Tang, please have some tea, have some tea," Fang Liren said enthusiastically to Tang Rao.
Tang Rao looked at the oily, shiny surface of the tea, damn, I really can't bring myself to drink this.
"Well, I'll have this instead." Tang Rao saw a bottle of beverage on the table and took it.
He looked at it, oh my, it expired over half a year ago, but Tang Rao thought it might be a bit safer to drink this instead.
"Mr. Tang, our Jinxiu, she hasn't caused you any trouble, has she? Is she diligent at work?" the middle-aged woman asked.
