"Everyone has their flaws," Si Fuqing said languidly. "I have high standards for my idols, and Emperor Yin is one of them."
Yu Xiheng hummed in response, his tone betraying neither pleasure nor displeasure, "Go have some soup to warm up."
"Boss, you're so good to your employees." Si Fuqing headed to the kitchen. "I'll serve you a bowl too."
The man nodded slightly.
Leaning on the sofa, his long legs stretched out gracefully, he lightly tapped his fingertips on the teacup. His expression was somewhat obscured by the curling tea steam, yet his eyes and brows seemed even more striking.
Yu Tang had been eavesdropping in the kitchen.
Seeing Si Fuqing enter, she straightened up.
"Hmph, Qingqing, just now my third brother was asking about you," she pouted. "But I didn't tell him anything."
Si Fuqing patted her shoulder, "Good job."
Meanwhile, Feng San, having finished his tasks, entered from outside.
