"Cheng Long! Where is dad's hot tea?"
Inside the mansion, Liu Gong flipped through the books in his hand while tapping on the table, "It's almost midnight, how is dad supposed to work without hot tea?"
"Sigh."
Ma Chenglong almost fell off his chair, he shook his drowsy head and hurriedly went to Liu Gong's side to pour him a cup of hot tea.
"Cheng Long, what do you think of Zhou Li?"
Putting down the books in his hands and looking up, Liu Gong turned to the drowsily sleeping Ma Chenglong and asked, "What kind of person do you think this kid is?"
"Zhou Li?"
Ma Chenglong put down the teapot, thought for a moment, and then said, "I feel that this young fellow is quite good, it's just that he's a bit..."
"A bit what?"
Liu Gong asked.
"Tired."
At Liu Gong's indication, Ma Chenglong sat down in a chair beside him. He glanced at the books on the table and after a brief contemplation, he said, "I feel that this young fellow is a bit too tired."
"Tired, huh..."
