Outside the Ninth Branch, Ye Wangchuan had just finished dealing with his matters.
Qin Si and Bo Jingxing were also there. The three of them agreed to find a clubhouse nearby for tea.
The light floral tea had just been served and the fragrance of tea filled the air. The man was leaning against the leather couch in a lazy and casual posture and holding his cell phone as if he was reading a message.
Initially, Qin Si thought that it would be better to have a drinking game, but in the end, he was forced to drink tea with a 2-1 vote against alcohol. He had no interest in the art of tea-sipping and drank from the exquisite and small teacup like a cow. After finishing it in one gulp, he knocked the cup on the table again and waited for the tea master dressed in traditional Chinese attire to brew it for him again.
