As the voice fell, Fu Shiyan walked in with Han Yang.
"Shiyan is here," Old Master Bai said with a smile.
Fu Shiyan's lips curved slightly, "The Service Department sent over some Xinyang Tea this morning, I brought some for you to taste." He then greeted Tang Wanqiu.
Old Master Bai liked drinking tea, and Fu Shiyan would send him some tea leaves every year.
Xinyang Tea might not be the best, but a pound was still 750,000 yuan.
Han Yang handed the tea box to the servant.
Fu Shiyan looked at An Yan, and she immediately called out "Younger Uncle."
The man's eyes seemed to flicker with sparkling stars, but they vanished in an instant. He hummed lightly, as if surprised, "How come you're here?"
An Yan thought to herself that this old man was just pretending and asking knowingly; he obviously came to catch her.
