Fu Ya chose a sofa chair by the window to sit down and then gestured for Yin Xie to make himself comfortable. Yin Xie's dark eyes flickered with a hint of shadow, the coldness between his brows especially noticeable, but Fu Ya acted as if he didn't see it. He casually poured himself a cup of tea, then poured another and pushed it toward Yin Xie. Rubbing the white jade cup with his fingers, Fu Ya said with a faint smile, "It seems everything is progressing smoothly on your end."
