“Ethan’s out, so I came to check on him.” Hearing this, I only wanted to sneer.
“You come to check on him, yet arrive empty-handed?”
Ethan’s father’s voice rang out from the living room. He tossed the tea leaves from his cup, nearly splashing hot water onto my shoes.
“I don’t know who sent me this lousy tea,” he scoffed.
“Look, the oolong Julia gave me is much better.”
“Premium tea is worth ten thousand dollars a pound. Vivian, take a look!”
I walked over and saw the box of tea he had tossed aside and the box of premium tea Julia Snow had supposedly sent.
“Dad, I ordered this Yunshan Oolong from overseas for you, didn’t you know?” I asked, confused.
I had given this fine tea to Ethan Reed and asked him to pass it to his father. How could it be Julia’s gift?
At that, Ethan’s father’s face suddenly stiffened.
“Ethan said it himself—Julia sent it. How dare you claim that?”
“This is what you brought. Five dollars a pound of cheap street-stall stuff. Take it back!” He threw another tin of tea at me.
“Spending so little and pretending it’s a grand gift!”
I picked up the tin of green tea, trembling all over. This must have been what Julia had given me.