"Hey, kid, what's with the attitude?"
Old Wu raised his eyebrows.
"I'm the one sharing a secret with you here. Why does it seem like I'm the one pressing you for secrets?"
"..."
Tang Luo gritted his teeth—the old man was so good at giving people a hard time!
Seeing Tang Luo's expression, Old Wu chuckled inwardly and slowly sat down on a chair.
"I really didn't expect you to be so deeply in love with Han Ruobing!"
"Cut the crap and just tell me,"
Tang Luo rolled his eyes.
"Hehe, I'm a bit thirsty. I need to have a cup of tea to moisten my throat first."
Old Wu, relishing the rare opportunity to have Tang Luo at a disadvantage, naturally wasn't going to reveal anything too easily.
"You... Fine, I'll pour the tea for you, old man!"
Tang Luo had truly run out of patience and poured Old Wu a cup of tea, placing it before him.
"Hehe, not bad. Now you look a bit more like the younger generation should."
Old Wu nodded in satisfaction.
"Sit."
