Our own cultivation...
Our own cultivation...
Cultivation...
The space at the elevator entrance wasn't that big, but Ruan Qi's voice seemed to have a magical power, repeatedly echoing in everyone's ears.
The smile on Qiao Zheng's face froze completely.
He sneaked a glance at Lu Lu... Lu Lu's expression had escalated from constipation to dehydration-induced diarrhea.
It was very quiet at the elevator entrance, no one spoke.
After a while, a burst of laughter broke the silence.
"Miss Ruan really knows how to joke." Qiao Zheng's male friend Qin Zhe couldn't help but speak up, "I don't drink much tea, but I do know there are only four Mother Tree Da Hong Pao in the country. How does Miss Ruan's family grow it? Artificial cultivation? As far as I know, there isn't such technology in the country yet."
Qin Zhe's tone carried a hint of sarcasm, seemingly dissatisfied with Ruan Qi for making up stories to fool everyone.
