In the face of Old Master's eyes, Chloe's body was stiff.
Although Mr. Emperor was in his 70s or 80s and his temples were covered with frost, he was very healthy and energetic, even more energetic than her father, who had given up his position in his 50s and 60s. Being stared at by Mr. Emperor, whose soul was almost exposed, Chloe suddenly felt sweat on her forehead.
She hurriedly changed the topic and asked the elites standing next to her, "You're an elite. Didn't I ask you to bring me tea leaves that I just brought back from Cesar for Grandpa to drink? How could this not be?"
She said softly, "Young Madam, it seems that the tea leaves were put up by you. I didn't find them..."
