The driver and butler bent down and served tea.
The atmosphere here was entirely different from the Qin family. The tables and even the cutleries were all European style, including what the butler was wearing and the tea he served. Everything exuded a noble aura.
By right, the combination of Earl Grey tea and slightly sweet desserts would give someone a good mood.
The butler remembered that his young master didn't hate the food and the drink. The butler stared at his young master's side profile. For some reason, he felt a cold aura around his young master. Why was this the case?
Qin Mo put down his phone. He took the spoon with his uninjured hand and ate the food elegantly.
The butler wanted to leave when he heard Qin Mo speaking in a casual tone, "A little sour."
"What?" The butler turned around.
Qin Mo took the napkin and wiped his lips. He placed one hand in his sleepwear and stood up. "The dessert is a little sour."
