Jilin sat leisurely inside the interrogation room of the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC), holding a steaming cup of coffee in his hands.
He took a slight sip, a satisfied smile curving the corner of his mouth, and praised softly, "Hmm, the coffee here is quite high-end! It's even Kopi Luwak."
"In the UK, this kind of coffee is something only the upper class can regularly enjoy." As he spoke, Jilin's gaze swept casually across Fire Qilin, a trace of undetectable banter hiding in his eyes.
Chapter 68