"...Well, the contract is until February next year. I'll think about it and get back to you."
Ethan Jiang listened to Chen Liang's words and then said.
This is a quiet tea room.
The soft sound of the zither came from behind the bamboo curtain that hung down to divide the space, and the narrow leaves of Maofeng tea floated in the clear soup.
Ethan Jiang had just taken a sip of the tea, and the sweet taste still lingered on his lips and teeth.
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