Tina gracefully took her leave, the sound of her footsteps fading at the end of the thick carpet.
The atmosphere in the large tearoom became subtle.
Ouyang Xianyue raised her hand, signaling Lin Muxue and Jing to take seats opposite her.
Then, personally lifting the ancient Ru kiln teapot, she lightly turned her wrist, the amber tea stream like silk, precisely pouring into the two empty aroma cups.
The movement was smooth and flowing, full of delightful rhythm.
Not a performance, but a display of inherent grace and poise.
Xue and Jing exchanged a glance, then cautiously sat down.
"Thank you, Miss Ouyang." (*2)
Lin Muxue's voice was very soft, but her heartbeat was like a pounding drum.
It was the first time she had met the legendary "Precision Queen," Ouyang Xianyue.
This name, only found in financial news headlines and top forums, was far more beautiful and charismatic than she had imagined.
Unlike the rigid and refined European aristocratic style of someone like Tina.
