Yu Jingchen didn't answer the question. "..."
Zhao Gang, who brought in the mineral water, quickly replied. "Ms. An, the president never eats cake, these were specifically bought by him earlier to prepare for you."
An Ning pretended not to be touched at all and began eating the cake.
Zhao Gang knew Ms. An was definitely holding back and couldn't help playing peacemaker again. "Ms. An, our president has been busy these past few days, he hasn't properly rested at all, let him have a good sleep later, otherwise his health will really collapse."
After finishing, he then left the room.
An Ning looked towards Yu Jingchen, who smoothly began boiling water for tea.
"Here, you can first smell the fragrance of these tea leaves," Yu Jingchen brought the cup, rinsed with tea, closer to her nose.
Sure enough, a light fragrance wafted into her nostrils. "It's very fragrant, with a hint of fruitiness too."
