"Sorry, Uncle Li, my hand just shook a bit. I didn't scald you, did I?" Jiang Qingqing said coldly.
Just now when she turned around, she saw Li Hongda's hand actually reaching for her waist, so she simply dumped the scalding tea in her hand right over him.
Li Hongda's face twisted with pain; he wanted nothing more than to slap Jiang Qingqing right then, but remembering he still needed her help, he forced himself to hold back.
He shook his head with a broad smile. "Daddy's fine."
Jiang Qingqing went on making tea, and Li Hongda obediently sat down on the sofa opposite her.
Tea fragrance filled the room, a beauty by his side, wisps of smoke curling, her figure soft and graceful.
Li Hongda savored the tea in his cup. Fragrant, so fragrant…
Though Jiang Qingqing's tea-making kung fu was a bit inferior to professional level, it was already the best tea Li Hongda had ever tasted.
