"Make me a cup of green tea, please."
At Yang Jian's home in Guangjiang Residential Area.
Sister Hong, dressed in a red qipao, sat on the sofa without the slightest restraint, smiling at Zhang Liqin.
Zhang Liqin only felt that this person's smile was icy and utterly devoid of warmth, sending chills down her spine. After all, she had just threatened Yang Jian with killing her and Jiang Yan.
She said nothing, merely did her job. After bringing Sister Hong a cup of tea, she left.
"This tea is rather poor. It doesn't taste very good. It seems she doesn't like me much, using the worst tea leaves to entertain me. Quite petty of her." Sister Hong picked up the teacup, took a light sip, and commented.
Yang Jian said, "You're an unwelcome guest. The fact that no one spat in your cup is already very polite."
"That's true." Sister Hong put down her teacup.
"Your timing was a little too precise. I only finished dealing with the Wishing Ghost Incident yesterday and finally got two days off, yet you appeared today. You must have been watching me for a long time, just waiting for the right moment to show up." Yang Jian stared at her.
Sister Hong smiled faintly. "I wasn't deliberately watching you. I merely appeared at a relatively quiet time, when you wouldn't be too hostile toward me. If I had shown up while you were handling a supernatural incident, you probably would have attacked me without hesitation."
"You should learn from that pharmacy owner. Try to slowly fade away and leave the stage. You shouldn't still be lingering in this world," Yang Jian said.
Sister Hong said, "Each of us has things we need to do. I'm no exception. My resurrection wasn't accidental—it was inevitable. This