On the top floor of the hotel, in the presidential suite.
Just as they entered, Feng Qing turned around and said, "Brother Xing Yue, what do you like to drink? Coffee or tea?"
Xing Yue smiled and said, "I'll drink anything. I'll like it as long as you brew it personally."
Xie Jiuhan, who was at the back, had a dark expression on his face after hearing this. He quickly walked forward and snatched the thermos from Feng Qing's hand. Then, he glared at Xing Yue and said, "My wife is sick. How can I let her serve you?"
Unexpectedly, Xing Yue did not refute anything. Instead, he nodded in agreement. As long as he was good to Feng Qing and the matters were beneficial to her, Xing Yue had no objections.
Xing Yue said, "Coffee then."
Xie Jiuhan said in a low voice, "Do you want to drink the foot wash?"
