Han Fang immediately asked, "In what ways is it good?"
"Hmm," Bai Huashang smiled slightly and continued, "Last time at Qinglong Gang, Lu Feng personally brewed tea for her, poured it, and even invited her to the teahouse for a private sitting. I've never received such treatment at Qinglong Gang. Don't you think Lu Feng treats her quite well?"
Han Fang knew her son very well. Lu Feng was a man with a particularly strong sense of possession. Things he cherished, no one else was allowed to touch, not even his own mother had tasted the tea he personally brewed.
It seemed that this girl was indeed extraordinary.
"Really?"
Bai Huashang nodded, "Of course it's true, Aunt Han, when have I ever lied to you? So, you see, you don't have to worry about Lu Feng. He's actually very clear about his feelings, he just doesn't like to express them."
Han Fang quickly asked, "Who is this girl? What's her name? What's her family background?"