Song Ming looked at Tang Yumeng with a profound gaze, then gently sipped the tea. He didn't speak directly, instead, he beat around the bush: "Indeed, this is fine tea. Secretary Tang has excellent skills in brewing tea; the water temperature and the heating are well-mastered. Only... it seems this cup is nine-tenths full."
Tang Yumeng, being highly intelligent, had clearly filled only seven-tenths of the cup, but he insisted it was nine-tenths full—clearly, there were implications in his words.
"Deputy Secretary Song, please speak your mind," Tang Yumeng maintained her smile.
