"It seems that, in addition to being uncultured, you are also prone to lying, Master Lin Feng," Qin Ran replied. Her tone remained calm, almost casual, but the implication behind her words was sharp.
Without waiting for further exchange, she lifted her cup again and drank in one smooth motion, emptying it completely as if to show she had no intention of being outdone in this strange exchange.
This time, however, she did not stop there.
She reached out and took a larger cup from the table. It was no longer a delicate teacup used for formal politeness, but a proper wine cup meant for stronger drink.
Then, with steady movements, she picked up the jug of wine and filled it to the brim. Instead of drinking immediately, she gently pushed it forward toward Lin Feng. A quiet challenge, disguised as courtesy.
Lin Feng glanced at the cup for a moment, then accepted it without hesitation.
