Xia Xin followed Jiangli into the side hall, subconsciously saying, "Ancestors, shall I prepare some tea? Are we still drawing for free spots tonight?"
Jiangli hummed in response, then added, "You shouldn't be moving around, your leg needs to rest for two days. Don't delay our long journey the day after tomorrow."
As she spoke, she looked up at Fu'er and instructed, "You go prepare the tea."
Fu'er was incredulous, pointing at his own nose, "Me?"
Jiangli raised an eyebrow, "Otherwise, is it me?"
Fu'er: "..."
He didn't have the nerve to enslave the ancestral master.
With a resigned air, Fu'er could only pick up the teapot and head outside.
As he passed by Xia Xin, he didn't forget to give him a glare.
Xia Xin let out an awkward laugh, pointing at his own foot to indicate his twisted ankle, then apologetically gestured a bow with his hands.
Fu'er snorted before finally walking out.
Ignoring Fu'er, Jiangli said to Xia Xin, "Come here, sit down, and let's talk."
