"What a foolish child."
Hearing the name Chen Zhiyi, Xiao Shou felt that it sounded somewhat familiar.
He followed Chen Yufei inside while thinking about where he had heard it before.
Since it was from the book Longevity Love, he began to recall its plot.
Before he could piece anything together, Chen Yufei who had led him into the house suddenly stopped.
He immediately let go of Xiao Shou's hand and took the tray from a young boy standing ahead.
As he set the tea on the table, he scolded with concern, "Second brother, didn't I say I would handle these things when I got back? Teapots and cups are heavy."
"Yufei, it is just a pot of tea. I can still carry it."
Although Chen Qingzhi said this, his attention remained fixed on Xiao Shou.
His body was tense and his wariness was obvious.
Chen Yufei did not notice his second brother's caution.
