Her light laughter had an air of disdain for everything, so arrogant that it was repulsive.
Sang Yan frowned and walked over, sitting down in front of her.
He Hongzhao picked up the teapot, poured her a cup of tea, and pushed a plate of seeds toward her.
This calm and composed demeanor made her even more irritating.
Sang Yan finally lost her temper.
She knocked over the fruit plate, her eyes filled with disappointment and shock.
"You're about to die, how can you still act as if nothing's happening?"
"What else should I do?"
He Hongzhao, holding her cheek with one hand, swayed the teacup in front of her with the other.
The teacup's tea floated unknown petals, the tea color pale red, wafting a wispy fragrance.
She drank the tea, smiling radiantly at Sang Yan, seemingly delighted to see her angry.
Sang Yan suppressed her anger and asked, "You have nothing to say to me?"
With an innocent expression, He Hongzhao countered, "What do you want me to say?"
