There was a time when water in the kettle boiled faster than it should be, and it was when people least expected it.
The two steaming tea cups on the table between them failed to dull the sharp stare that Zhang Fengxi gave Qiao Wei, making it harder for the latter to open up.
But of course, Zhang Fengxi was too insensible to notice it.
"Well?"
"Uh, that's..."
The knot at Qiao Wei's throat bobbed up and down nervously.
"Sir Zhang... Zhang Fengxi," he quickly corrected himself when one of Zhang Fengxi's brows arched upward in response. "Have you ever come across another person repeatedly?"
"..."
"No, I expressed myself poorly. What I meant was..."
Qiao Wei opened and closed his mouth several times in an attempt to explain, but in the end, he couldn't say anything.
Zhang Fengxi pushed a tea cup toward Qiao Wei.
"Just be upfront, no need to use metaphors."
Qiao Wei pulled his lips into a thin line.
