Bei Bei's face twitched, and in the end, she placed the bag next to Lin Huan's seat.
Everyone watched Le Yu rush in, and no one paid attention to Bei Bei anymore.
"Was there a ghost chasing you or something, running so fast?" Wang Yingying teased him.
Le Yu waved his hands," I'm exhausted, just finished delivering the last package and rushed over here without even having time to drink a sip of water."
After saying that, he picked up the small and delicate teapot and continued to pour tea for himself.
He drank it like a cow chomping peonies, taking big gulps without even appreciating the taste, probably didn't even notice the subtlety of it.
It seemed he was really thirsty.
After several cups, Le Yu finally felt revived, smacking his lips as if he was finally tasting the flavor.
"Tastes good, huh?" asked someone nearby.
Le Yu nodded, "The flavor is sweet and fragrant, leaves a pleasant aftertaste."
Huh? That voice sounded familiar. Le Yu turned his head—