Upon seeing Chen Fan's widely recognized Bentley pull up to the Stone Peak Tea Garden, Xiao Feng snapped out of his thoughts, put his cigarette out, his expression instantly returning to normal as he confidently strode towards Chen Fan.
Upon exiting the car, Chen Fan, noticing Xiao Feng pretending to be nonchalant, did not say anything. Instead, he greeted Xiao Feng with a smile and clapped him on the shoulder, then led him towards the entrance of the Stone Peak Tea Garden.
At the entrance of the Stone Peak Tea Garden, the elderly Mo, dressed in a silk shirt as he usually is, reclined on his rattan chair. He held a teapot, which cost more than a villa in the Purple Garden, while leisurely rocking his body, humming an unknown opera with his eyes closed, looking quite content.
Upon hearing the footsteps, Elder Mo opened his eyes abruptly. His usually cloudy eyes shone brightly for an instant before returning to their usual state. He asked with concern, "Is your arm okay?"
