The tea room was scented with incense, which gradually calmed the mind.
Wen Xian liked to drink raw Pu'er tea. After warming the cup, she brewed the tea, filtered out the first infusion's impurities, added water a second time, and the freshly poured tea in the celadon cup was clear and bright, with a fragrance that hit the senses.
She pushed it toward Li Zaijun sitting in front of her and comforted her in a deep voice:
"Don't worry so much, everything will be resolved. You've also said you never did such a thing, and it's likely he used software to fabricate it, then is trying to blackmail you."
But at the bottom of Li Zaijun's heart, it still felt as though there was a heavy stone pressing down.
Oppressive.
This was to say nothing of the fact that she had no memory of it; if she had ever actually agreed to sleep with him and to let him take photos, what was she to do now that it had been exposed?
Actually, calling the police was the best solution.
