Jiao Liangcai looked at the teacup before him, then at Chen Miao's retreating back. His gaze kept drifting toward the three Grade-A Investigators standing there in a daze with teacups in their hands.
What Chen Miao had said made no sense, so how had he gotten them to accept the tea?
After the absurdity came a deep wariness.
Just how had Chen Miao done it?
He was certain there had been no fluctuation of yin energy from Chen Miao just now.
Yet the latter two Grade-A Investigators had seemed to fall under some spell of Chen Miao's, forced to accept his tea.
How exactly had he done it?
While Jiao Liangcai puzzled over this, Chen Miao had already reached the table with the last two cups of tea.
Chen Miao first set the teacup in his right hand on the table before Zhang Huan and said, "Have some tea." Only then did he place the final cup before Lei Zhan, one hand lightly supporting its base and the other holding its rim.
"Lei, have some tea."
Lei Zhan watched with amusement in his eyes.
Although he was the last to be served, he was the first to take a sip.
Only after Lei Zhan drank did Chen Miao turn his gaze to Zhang Huan, who sat opposite him.
Since waking up, Chen Miao had sensed this man's gaze sweeping over him dozens of times.
Unlike the others, this man looked at him as though probing the secrets deep within his heart.
With every additional second he let the man look, Chen Miao felt the secrets buried in his heart lose another layer of protection.
So he activated [Clearheart] outright.
The instant Clearheart activated, Chen Miao felt that the peculiar power in Zhang Huan's gaze could no longer reach into his