Li Yeqi saw her speechless. He didn't speak either. He had no idea why the old man fancied Song Xuan. Song Xuan's personality was exactly that naive and oblivious, unable to read people's expressions.
Some gossip shouldn't be spread, yet once it starts, it becomes extremely annoying.
Li Yeqi didn't want to talk to her, but it wasn't right for the two to just sit idly. He got up to make a cup of tea for Song Xuan, "Miss Song, do you drink tea?"
Seeing that cup of tea, Song Xuan recalled her father's stern instructions before she left home. She waved her hand hurriedly, "Colonel Li, you don't have to worry about me. I don't like tea."
Li Yeqi looked at her expression as if he was holding a cup of poison. He sneered and took a sip himself, "Unfortunately, everyone in our family loves tea. It seems Miss Song's tastes differ from ours."
