Lin Hanxing's teahouse was backed by a thousand-year-old Pu'er tea hill. The tea garden spanning at least ten thousand acres was lush and green. As it had just rained, the teahouse was veiled in clouds. It looked just like a fairy realm.
"You look so young but it turns out you're extremely capable," the woman could not help but exclaim in praise once she saw how expansive the teahouse was with her own eyes!
Lin Hanxing smiled as though she did not see the admiration in the eyes of the woman and served the tea which had just been brewed.
"If it pleases you, Mrs. Tan, you could just stay here."
On the way back, the woman had mentioned that her husband's surname was Tan. Hence, Lin Hanxing had started to address her as Mrs. Tan.
"That wouldn't be too appropriate."
Mrs. Tan somehow had a persistent wary feeling in her heart. For her to be so friendly and hospitable when they had just become acquainted?
