Hot water steamed, curling into wisps of vapor. The fragrant scent of tea assailed the nostrils. Q3 Star's Captain Wen pushed the teacup forward. "Aren't you going to drink, Dean Zhu? This tea is quite rare. It's all we have on the entire planet, and we only brew it for our most esteemed guests."
Dean Zhu did not move.
"You're really being quite unaccommodating, Dean Zhu." The smile on Wen Jun's face gradually faded.
"I'm afraid it's not my place to drink Captain Wen's tea." Zhu Tiansheng stared at him.
He chuckled. "How could that be? It was brewed specifically for you, Dean."
"I don't like drinking tea, Captain Wen. If there's nothing else, I'll be taking my leave."
