There was no aroma of tea in the tea room.
Much less any Duck Shit Fragrance.
Fan Qishan sat at the head of the table, his hand resting on the tea table, without touching the tea set.
Clearly, he had no intention of brewing tea at all.
Wang Xiaoliang glanced around. There weren't enough seats at the tea table. He went straight over to the sofa and sat down.
Luo Bisheng came in last, looking all around, and squeezed into a seat at the tea table. The moment his backside hit the seat, he turned to Wang Xiaoliang, his expression plainly asking, What are we doing? And then what?
Wang Xiaoliang smiled at him.
After Nuomi sat down, she held her back ramrod straight. She stared at Fan Qishan for several seconds, then suddenly blurted something out.
"Master, you're so handsome!"
Xiao Mo coughed beside her and tugged at her clothes.
Fan Qishan showed little reaction as he spoke.
"Don't be nervous."
Nuomi froze, then turned and exchanged a look with Xiao Mo.
Wang Xiaoliang saw it all.
Nuomi was bold. What kind of situation hadn't she seen?
She shouldn't have been nervous.
Unless she herself was afraid of hearing an unwanted answer to the question she wanted to ask.
The more something mattered, the harder it was to touch.
He glanced at Xiao Mo.
Nothing showed on Xiao Mo's face, but he had already taken Nuomi's hand.
Both of them were nervous.
Wang Xiaoliang immediately understood what they wanted to ask.
Huang Xueli paid no attention to the little details around him. He sat upright at the tea table and pushed up his cuffs.
"Master, I'll go first, then."
He took the pen, lowered his wrist, and began to write.
One character.
head-head.
Wang Xiaoliang stood up from the