"Elder... Two?" Brion gaped at Motan, and after a long while, his lips twitched. "Alright, it's really hard to tell the age of you half-elves."
"No problem." Motan shook his head, gazing up at a forty-five degree angle and said with profound eyes: "It's all because I'm too handsome."
Brion: "..."
"Mr. Brion, the tea is ready."
Fortunately, at this moment, Lance had just finished brewing the tea, and this seemed to alleviate the awkwardness... Of course, it was Brion's one-sided awkwardness.
"Well, um, sir." Brion wasn't sure what to call Motan for a moment, so he vaguely asked, "So, everything went smoothly on the way here?"
Motan took a sip of his tea, appeared totally calm: "Not bad, almost lost the box though."
"What!" Brion was taken aback, murmuring in a low voice to himself, "Could it be those thie..."
"Just kidding." Motan smiled: "I doubt anyone would have the extra time to try to take away Jun Wu's performance report from last month, right?"
