Nan Jiaojiao lifted her chin, signaling her to come over and sit.
It wasn't that Zhou Zining refused to move, but she was still shocked by Nan Jiaojiao's previous action. It was too fast; her eyes couldn't catch it.
So, if Nan Jiaojiao wanted to hurt her…
She might not have the chance to fight back.
Nan Jiaojiao didn't urge her, and she poured herself a cup of tea. Zhou Zining's room contained exquisite things, even the teacup was made of bone china—based on its color and pattern, it was from centuries ago.
Tsk, using an antique for drinking tea.
"Aren't you afraid I might poison it?" Zhou Zining asked as she walked over.
Nan Jiaojiao took a couple of sips of tea and chuckled lightly, "You've been spreading rumors that I'm from Xiao Nanshan, why would I be afraid of being poisoned?"
Zhou Zining's eyes flickered, and she sat down across from her, "It wasn't me who spread it."
"But it certainly started from you."
