Bai Nianxian only lifted his head and didn't reach out to take it.
The hand hanging at his side trembled slightly.
"Don't look at me like that, it's not like we're strangers," Xie Yanghua smiled, setting the teacup down on the rim of the saucer opposite, "Hall Master Luo, sit."
Bai Nianxian pressed his lips tightly together, still motionless. Seeing this, Xie Yanghua stood up and personally pulled out the wooden chair on his side. "Please sit."
He smiled mildly, like meeting an old friend you haven't seen in years.
Bai Nianxian's gaze swept over his face, his steps shifting slightly. Xie Yanghua smiled again and said, "If we start something here, something you don't like might happen again. Why make things unpleasant for everyone?"
Bai Nianxian's hand clenched into a fist. Xie Yanghua suddenly lifted his hand and set it on his shoulder. "It's been four years. You still don't feel any better?"
