"Also, if you truly want to chat with me, I'm always open to that, but... on one condition, sneak in some wild tea for me." Wei Ming said with a laugh: "I drank the wild tea you prepared last time at my father's place and I became addicted to it. But... my father absolutely refuses to share any with me."
"Alright."
Chen Fan agreed with a smile. However, he was well aware that Wei Ming, who now held a high position and wielded great power, was not really keen on the wild tea he gave to Old Master Wei. He was merely expressing his respect for the old man who had been laid to rest at Mt Babao in this way.
"Little Fan, you wouldn't be calling me so late just to chat, would you?" Wei Ming chuckled, "Go on, what's the matter?"
