When she looked up, she happened to see a small light brown cabinet opposite her, divided into many small compartments, each labeled with different names.
All of them were rare teas.
"Mo Beiye?" The man's pleasant voice brought Gu Shengyin's thoughts back.
She showed a smile on her face: "I am Mo Beiye, are you Qingyue's brother?"
Her tone was very natural, as if the person she was facing was just a brother of a close friend, not some Crown Prince of the underworld.
In fact, the real Mo Beiye couldn't possibly know Yu Qingyun's identity either.
Yu Qingyun hadn't encountered anyone speaking to him so naturally for a long time.
He seriously examined the young master in front of him.
It must be said, good-looking people always have privileges.
At least right now, Yu Qingyun, looking at the beautiful youth comfortably seated in the chair, with eyes squinted like a cat, felt an inexplicable tenderness in his heart.
This was a rare occurrence for Young Master Yu.
