Hao Jian snorted coldly inside. How could he not know that Luo Ruihe was indirectly insulting him? With a smile that hid a knife, this Luo Ruihe was even more hateful than Wang Zichen.
Yet, Hao Jian did not lose his temper. Instead, he picked up the teacup and sniffed it delicately, then genuinely sighed, "Mmm, good tea."
"Psh, you speak as if you understand tea!" Wang Zichen said with disdain. In his view, Hao Jian, just a penniless teacher, was merely putting on airs. How could he understand something so refined from their high society?
"What? Does Teacher Hao Jian also understand tea?" Luo Ruihe looked at Hao Jian with a mocking smile, curious to see if Hao Jian truly knew his tea. If he did not know, then Luo had plenty of ways to make Hao Jian lose face.
"A little, a little..." Hao Jian waved his hand, feigning modesty.
