C220 The Cynical Mihailo

Mihailo offered a faint smile, his suspicion confirmed.

The tea set indeed had its own tale.

A quick glance at the back of his hand revealed a faint redness, still visible to the discerning eye.

His gaze sharpened, and a mischievous grin spread across his face as he noticed a tall, well-built man standing beside a pickup truck, his back to the street