"Your senior brother left pretty quickly."
Huo Yuanhong glanced over.
Just then, someone lightly knocked on the private room's door before entering with a tray.
It was an exceptionally beautiful girl with long, straight black hair. Dressed in a white shirt and black trousers uniform, she walked in with a gentle smile.
Wang Tangxi?
Of course Huo Yuanhong recognized this colleague who sat beside him.
"So it's Tangxi. Your timing's a little off—Senior Brother just left."
The master's uncle spoke, then introduced her to Huo Yuanhong as well. "This is Wang Qizheng's daughter from the Wang Family. She's a good girl."
"Mm."
Huo Yuanhong gave a slight nod, showing little reaction.
"Would the two martial uncles like some milk tea?"
Wang Tangxi placed two cups of milk tea on the table.
"Just leave them there."
The master's uncle answered kindly.
Huo Yuanhong picked one up and took a sip. It was still just as overly sweet—every time, it was the same.
"A little too sweet."
Wang Tangxi's smile did not change. Carrying her tray, she left.
Once outside, Wang Tangxi maintained her gentle smile as she took a diary and fountain pen from inside her white shirt, calmly beginning to write.
[April 7th. Qingming has just passed. Ji Sheng has offended me for the twenty-first time, saying the milk tea I bought was too sweet. Next year, when I cast the net, I'll force every full-sugar milk tea in all of Silver Moon down his throat, turn him into a milk-tea man by pouring it into him again and again, a hundred times...]
[Same day. The eldest disciple of that old bastard from the White Crane School has offended me for the second time. Another disciple offended me too. A disciple's failure to teach is the master's fault. That old