After a good while, Zhang Rujia personally brought over some freshly brewed tea, and with a cheerful smile said, "This was brought by the Secretary-General from the capital a few days ago for your father, he said he was saving it, and I thought he just didn't want to drink it, but it turns out he was waiting for you two."
Qin Haiming listened and gave a faint smile, "I really was saving it for the two of them. Yichen has tasted all sorts of fine teas out there, and besides, they say a son-in-law is half a son, I can't serve him anything less than the best, can I?"
Qin Mu struggled to suppress a laugh upon hearing the phrase "a son-in-law is half a son," but just stared at him with her jet-black eyes.
Qin Haiming sure knew how to reap the benefits, just like that he got himself a good son-in-law, without even asking if his daughter agreed to it.
