"Forget it, I'll do it."
Inside a teahouse in Beijing, Fan Bing, dressed in a black women’s business suit, was focused on the script in her hands. She glanced over at Chen Ming, who was clumsily fiddling with the tea set nearby, and said with a sigh of resignation.
The room was elegantly decorated, with a stick of incense burning nearby to help one focus. But the serene atmosphere and layout seemed to shift entirely because of the alluring woman sitting there; no matter how ascetic the environment might be, as long as she sat in it, the room instantly came to life.
Chapter 168