Xiang Yiqing pressed his lips together and greeted Mao Jialan again, "Auntie."
"Sit down, quickly." Mao Jialan nodded, hastily getting up to welcome him.
She then shouted to the maid, "Sister Wang, make some tea."
"No need." Xiang Yiqing waved his hands, looking at Xin Hailong.
Seeing Xin Hailong stare coldly ahead, not looking at him, he pressed his lips together, feeling a bit helpless.
After a while, he placed what he was holding on the coffee table.
Mao Jialan glanced at it, surprised, as she picked up one of the boxes of tea, "Oh, this tea I asked someone to buy last time, but they said it was out of stock. Where did you find it?"
As she spoke, she glanced at Xin Hailong.
Xin Hailong ignored her.
Xiang Yiqing smiled and said, "A friend helped me get it."
"Xiaoxiao's dad only likes this green tea. He doesn't drink other teas, barely manages with boiled water these days." Mao Jialan said, deliberately nudging Xin Hailong with her elbow.
