Di Fuyi smiled and said nothing back.
Long Siye decided to let him read his pulse. "You can make a diagnose of my condition if you wish. It is no big deal."
Instead of checking, Di Fuyi handed him a cup of tea. "Have the tea and calm your mind."
Long Siye was perplexed. "Tea?"
Di Fuyi looked at him in disbelief. "Are you worried that I added something into this cup of tea? If I really wanted to set you up, I would not poison your tea. I could have easily killed you in your dreams just now."
Long Siye kept quiet and took a sip of the tea. It tasted good, so he continued and finished it.
Long Siye was a cultured man, so Di Fuyi waited for him to finish his tea slowly before he began to diagnose his condition. A while later, he stopped and watched Long Siye closely. Long Siye could sense that something was wrong from his intense gaze.
