"Heir Tong!" Ye Zi'an bent down and clasped his fists. This Heir Tong was the eldest legitimate son of State Duke Tong and was appointed as heir long ago. He was drinking tea at the moment.
Upon seeing Ye Zi'an approach, he merely raised his eyelids lazily.
Seeing this, Ye Zi'an frowned slightly, thinking to himself, perhaps this Heir Tong is just like his mother? Does he not recognize where he is?
Ye Zi'an, seeing that he remained silent, straightened up and sat down on a chair nearby. Soon, the maids brought another cup of tea.
"I wonder what brings Heir Tong here today?" Once the maid served the tea, Ye Zi'an asked.
Finally, Heir Tong spoke, an air of confrontation filled the scene, "Ye Zi'an, do you truly not know why I, Heir Tong, have come?"
Even his cup was slammed heavily on the table.
"Am I supposed to know something?" Ye Zi'an chuckled lightly.
"Fine, very well." Heir Tong, resembling a firecracker, suddenly stood up, "Ye Zi'an, you sure are good at pretending."
