Quietly planning her next move, Qin Yiren entered the living room, picked up a sparkling glass, and poured water into it from the teapot that had gone cold.
The trickling water flowed from the teapot, carrying the slight bitterness of cold tea, producing a gentle clinking sound within.
Feeling extremely thirsty, Qin Yiren drank the tea, gradually becoming more alert, and shook the teapot in slight confusion.
Something seemed off?
She recalled brewing this pot of tea for Bo Jinghang last night, with only two sachets of floral tea added. Why were there strange sounds?
Settling on the sofa, Qin Yiren brightened the lights and opened the lid of the teapot to look inside.
In the amber tea, a small black mobile phone rested at the bottom, soaking for an unknown period of time.
