Fang Zhuoran saw Ming Yao.
There was no trace of embarrassment on his handsome face from being caught in the act.
Instead, he walked up to Ming Yao and said with cold disdain, "Things obtained by force won't last long!"
Having said that, he walked past her.
At that moment, Ming Yao wanted nothing more than to curse.
What's wrong with this Young Master Fang? Is he sick?
The first time they met, he threw away the gift she gave him and spouted nonsensical words—was this the quality of a Young Master from a prominent family?
Ming Yao walked up to the trash bin and picked out the two boxes of exquisitely packaged tea leaves.
Jing Hang had gone through a lot of effort to buy these two boxes of Da Hong Pao, a rare variety of Wuyi Rock Tea with limited production.
Not to mention the high price, what mattered more was the thought she'd put into it.
To throw it into the trash in front of her was simply shameless!
