"Teacher Fang, have some tea."
Gao Xuan invited Fang Yumei into the room and had the household robot make some fine tea.
Fang Yumei was quite composed. She picked up the teacup and took a gentle sip.
The aroma of the tea was fresh and the taste was smooth, with a long-lasting aftertaste. It was indeed very good tea leaves.
Fang Yumei looked around the room; this large apartment must be worth at least twenty million.
The modern and simple decor appeared exquisite and high-end, and the various pieces of furniture and decor were clearly valuable.
It was said that Gao Xuan came from the countryside, an orphan with no parents. Yet he lived in such luxury.
Looking at Gao Xuan's attire and accessories, they were all exquisite upper-grade. Even without recognizing the brands, it was clear they were not cheap.
Fang Yumei felt a bit emotional. It seemed this child was not short of money at all.
