"How's the tea?"
"Not bad."
"This is premium Purple House Silver Needle, one pot costs thirty taels of silver."
"Whoa, the Sky Scale Guard is this wealthy?"
"The tea leaves were taken from your study."
"..."
Chen Mo sat beside Chen Zhuo, the two of them holding teacups, chatting casually without a hint of urgency.
Xu Lin saw himself being ignored, clenched his fist under his sleeve, but was helpless.
The paperwork for the arrest was personally approved by him, leaving no way back. Losing the initiative, he could only be led by the nose by Chen Mo.
"Cough, cough."
At this moment, Yan Peizhi cleared his throat and said, "We came here to attend to some serious business today, it's getting late, if we delay further, we might not be able to report back properly."
Xu Lin also suppressed his anger and said, "How about we bring out the suspect for interrogation first?"
"Alright."
Chen Mo put down his teacup and nodded, "Please follow me."
