Yang Yiyi originally thought Shen Zhixian's words were finished and felt slightly relieved.
She looks friendly, but when she suddenly takes a stand, her aura is quite intimidating.
"If Miss Yang wants to apologize, I'll help convey the message. I've paid for today's tea. Do you need me to have someone send you back?" Shen Zhixian sipped her tea.
"No, thank you." Yang Yiyi wouldn't dare let her send anyone.
She felt that this Mrs. Jiang might find a deserted place to settle things with her.
Shen Zhixian didn't insist, simply finished her last sip of tea, glanced at Tang Wan, "No wonder their business isn't doing well."
"What's wrong?" Tang Wan played along, suddenly steering the conversation to the tea house's business issue.
"This tea is last year's old stock, with mixed flavors and musty smell. It brews into a dull color, and the taste is flat. If you're running a shop and use old green tea, you're ruining your own reputation, right?"
