"If you don't drink it, you'll regret it, because these tea leaves were given to me by an old acquaintance. That person, you definitely won't find unfamiliar." Pei Qinghan lifted his eyes and glanced at him. Unfortunately, in those pitch‑black eyes, he could no longer see the slightest ripple of emotion.
He really had changed.
Changed into someone no one could see through anymore.
"If you're talking about Yun Ya, there's nothing to regret. From now on, I can drink tea she brews herself every day."
Yan Song's light, indifferent voice carried a faint hint of mockery.
Pei Qinghan froze for a second, then let out a low laugh. "True."
"Why did you call me here? What exactly do you want?"
No way he believed it was just to invite him for tea.
"In the three months you've been gone, a lot has happened." Pei Qinghan began slowly.
"If you invited me here just to make me listen to this nonsense..."
