The environment of the teahouse was elegantly unique, each seat was separated by a screen. When two people were chatting, they could barely hear any sounds from the next table.
A few plates of dried fruit and preserves were placed on the table, untouched since they walked in, leaving the plates full. Listening to Lin Zhou talk about scaring Zhang Feng, Tian Xin anticipated a lengthy explanation and started munching on some sunflower seeds.
Unexpectedly, she heard just one sentence and was no longer able to crack open the seeds in her hand. She stopped shelling the seeds, took a sip of tea, and asked with furrowed brows, "Is Wang Jianjun your uncle?"
Lin Zhou naturally refilled her cup and calmly said, "No, I made it up!"
"Made it up?" Tian Xin put down the seeds, looking at him with some confusion, "Then how do you know someone like that in the factory?"
