Zhou Xiaoyu gently bit her lip, a hint of darkness flickering deep in her eyes.
As they spoke, Young Master Tang Lin was the second to come down from the second floor.
"How come there's tea abroad too? And it smells pretty good!" Tang Lin poured himself a cup of tea unceremoniously, sniffed it, and said in surprise.
An Yiqing elegantly rolled her eyes, "Of course there's tea abroad, but this tea I brought from home." If her grandpa knew that his Great Red Robe was being treated by Tang Lin as just some random free tea at a foreign hotel, would he just blow him away with a bullet?
Tang Lin downed the tea from the cup in one gulp, then looked at An Yiqing with a smile.
"But just because I said a few words about your precious tea, why are you so dismissive of me? You always said I'm awkward, but how come you've switched today?"
"I won't stoop to the level of someone who doesn't appreciate tea." An Yiqing cast a faint glance at Tang Lin, her face full of disdain.
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