I'm Not A Statistician

Chu Sihan said indifferently, "Make a pot of tea later and send it to Tianzi No. 5."

"Okay. Please wait for a while. The tea will be served soon."

Chu Sihan had just turned around when he clearly heard 'Ah Zhong' drooling. His thin lips curved into a cold smile as he calmly went upstairs.

The Qi Covering Pill could only last for half a month. Now that these demons had come again, they must have smelled their blood again.

When Chu Sihan entered, Lu Sheng was still asleep.

He went up and tucked her in before returning to his seat.

Someone knocked on the door quickly and pulled it open. 'Ah Zhong' walked in with a pot of tea.

"Sir, here's the tea you wanted."

This time, the Illusory Demon brought real tea.

As to whether there was anything else mixed in it, that was unknown.

"Okay."

Chu Sihan replied faintly. From the corner of his eye, he realized that 'Ah Zhong' was staring at him with a drooling expression.