Li Yuntang picked up the teapot and began to pour tea methodically.
It was at that moment he heard Yan Xiaye's level response, "Younger Uncle, I'm sorry."
The hand suspended in midair paused slightly.
Li Yuntang lowered his gaze with a smile, and in the blink of an eye, set the teapot down as if nothing had happened.
With a smile of noble elegance in his eyes, he looked at her meaningfully and said, "It might be tough by Beicheng's side, Xiaye, you should be careful."
After speaking, Li Yuntang casually withdrew his gaze and checked the time on his watch, "The auction starts in half an hour, Beicheng, you take Xiaye with you."
Li Beicheng, in high spirits, agreed without a second thought, "Yes, Younger Uncle."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand to down the clear tea in front of him and forcefully dragged the hesitating Yan Xiaye away with him.
