Hua Manlou was happily flirting here, while inside the villa, Song Yun was so furious he almost crushed his teeth. Damn this Hua Manlou, really a jerk. How did I ever let him take charge of the White Tiger Sect? If only I had slapped him earlier and told him to stay wherever he felt comfortable.
"Cough, cough, would you like some tea?" Song Yun couldn't stay in the toilet forever. Afraid he couldn't find a topic after his arrival, he resorted to that timeless line, "Would you like some tea?"
With the stray hairs by her cheeks tucked behind her ears, Hua Qingcheng gently said, "Yes, I know you must have some treasured tea here. Don't be stingy just because I'm here."
Although she spoke softly, her words couldn't change the bandit-like nature of the request. Helpless, Song Yun had to bring out the tea leaves he had saved for his old age.
