Su Man immediately felt repulsed by Liu Sanming.
Her smile became somewhat stiff, and she quickly used her right hand to cover her neckline.
Although she continued to pour tea and perform the simple tea ceremony, she no longer spoke flatteringly.
Who would want to flatter an old lecher?
Yet Liu Sanming's gaze remained lustful as he looked at her, especially his smile made Su Man feel truly vile—
In real need of a beating.
Unfortunately, she didn't dare to make a move.
He was a guest that Zhang Kaisheng spoke highly of, someone not to be offended.
After finishing pouring tea, Su Man went back to the kitchen to tend to other tasks.
Liu Sanming picked up his teacup and sipped, indeed the tea was fragrant.
But what he found even more alluring was Su Man's figure in the distant kitchen.
This pleasant southern woman, a charming housewife, he found increasingly attractive.
Having finished his tea, Liu Sanming waved Zhang Kaisheng over and whispered a few words to him.
