157 Feels Fake

Min Yu leaned back into the chair lazily. The lighting from overhead scattered on his perfect features and made his face glow in the light. He asked Zhuo Yun a question instead. "Isn't tea meant to be drunk?"

Zhuo Yun pursed his lips and said, "But Old Master has been saving this tea for decades. If you steal it, isn't he going to flip?"

Steal?

Min Yu gave him an indifferent glance and said unhurriedly, "Then don't let him find out. Since he has been collecting it for decades, he can continue doing it for another few decades."

Zhuo Yun touched the tip of his nose and paid obeisance to his master. His master was undoubtedly brilliant!

"I'll send someone over tonight."

"Mhm," replied Min Yu gently.