Under the moonlight, Lu Yueming laughed, "Who knows? Elder Brother Wen brought me here, saying there's a happy event to share with us."
"Huh? Where's the happiness coming from?" Xue Qing asked, tilting her head.
"Actually..." Wen Wenhai smacked his lips, "I'm thirsty, and isn't junior sister going to make a pot of Yan Flower Tea for the guests?"
"Hehe" Xue Qing chuckled, "Elder Brother, you're so unreasonable, demanding tea before you've even told us the news."
Wen Wenhai put on a shy face, "Who made junior sister's Yan Flower Tea so delicious? I wanted a second cup after tasting it the first time, and there's never enough."
"Did you bring Uncle Lu and Xiaohu here in fear that I won't let you drink it and lied about the happy news?"
"No, no, I really have something to tell you guys, and it might count as happy news."
