Tea Pattern

Wang Lu sadly hung her head low, unable to bring herself to retort. She could only blame herself for bringing a fool like Zhou Wen here. She had already told him not to shatter the cup, but great, he ended up smashing it to pieces. The water had spilled onto the table and it was an appalling sight.

"Uncle, I'll head back first," Wang Lu said as she stood up.

"Hold on." Zhou Wen sat there motionless as he called out to Wang Lu.

Wang Guotao could not help but frown slightly as he looked at Zhou Wen. "Young man, although your surname isn't An, you are still a part of the An family. You should know your limits when doing things."

Zhou Wen didn't explain himself because it wasn't worth wasting his time explaining things to irrelevant people.

Pointing at the table, Zhou Wen said, "Uncle, it's best if you give an evaluation. Tell me what standard this strike is for members of your Wang family's younger generation."