At noon in the An family's mansion, Old Master Wu appeared, just as Qin Mo had said.
But he was smart, or rather, at this age, he understood the need to think twice before taking action.
He didn't bring Wu Zhen, instead, he brought a box of superior tea, under the pretense of having a chat.
Old Master Wu said a lot, a large bulk of it was about the experiences they had when they were younger.
Old Master An listened, nodding occasionally with a faint smile on his face.
