Amidst the light spots cast by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Zhang Qianmei tapped her platinum card against the marble tabletop. "Blue Mountain or Geisha?"
"Liu'an Gua Pian," Gu Yuan said, flipping through the dessert menu while his peripheral vision caught the flashing reflection of a camera lens from a booth diagonally behind them.
"This isn't a teahouse," Zhang Qianmei said, biting her straw as tiny bubbles rose in her glass of lemonade.
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