Was this guy addicted to breaking into her house? Then, he would follow up a very familiar route to her room. What was this guy's problem?
Meng Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone was neither cold nor warm. "I'm here to see if you have learned to be smarter these days, but I have to say, the hospitality in your mansion is a little bit ineffective."
In addition to a glance at him, Yang Yiting was speechless. This guy would be the death of her.
Seeing him picking up a cup of tea on the table, and was raising it to his mouth to drink, she quickly stopped him. "Hey, that's my teacup."
However, Meng Yuan turned a deaf ear to her words, took a sip with grace, glanced sideways at her, and said. "I'm thirsty."
From his tone, it was obvious that he had been here for a long time, and she didn't present a cup of tea to entertain him, so he could only drink hers when he became thirsty.
