Bai Xiaoyun immediately scampered over, a solicitous smile plastered across his face.
"Uncle, I missed you, so I came to see you, and also brought you some tea from Cloud Mist Mountain." Bai Xiaoyun grinned sycophantically as he said this.
Bai Jiangfeng took the square box from his hand and opened it. He pinched a little dark green tea, sniffed it, and his expression changed slightly.
"This is genuinely good tea, you've actually put some thought into this. It seems the favor you have to ask must be a difficult one?" Bai Jiangfeng put down the tea and chuckled.
"Uncle, you really amaze me with your insight," Bai Xiaoyun exclaimed in mock amazement.
Shen Luo sat aside, found his exaggerated performance rather hard to watch.
"Speak up, spit it out. Given your goodwill of bringing me this tea, I won't sit idle if I can help you." Bai Jiangfeng, unable to stand his flattery, urged him on.
