Anyone else in this area who saw Mei Zhang's face right now would probably be so frightened they'd collapse completely.
But this level of anger was nothing more than a puff of air to Yun Ran.
"Making tea requires attention to the temperature of the water. If you dawdle and miss the perfect temperature, I won't be so easygoing!"
Although it was about making tea, to Mei Zhang's ears, it was no different than a meeting called by King Yan.
The coachman stood by like a pillar, quietly watching everything unfold, unable to suppress the sense of smug satisfaction in his heart.
He deserved it; let's see if this man dares to act carelessly in the future. Even to beat a dog, you must look at the owner's face first!
Mei Zhang was filled with a low pressure of anger throughout his body. He didn't directly lash out, but was merely weighing the consequences of doing so.
Watching as the freshly boiled water was about to surpass the ideal temperature for making tea.
