Ling Fang glanced at the tea set on the table. It was all good stuff." This small cup is really thirsty. Where can I quench my thirst?"
Jin Hengyuan smiled, his expression relaxed and his posture elegant." I thought Mr. Ling would drink tea…"
"Oh, really? I wonder what made Mr. Smith think so?"
Ling Fang raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Madam Chi Wanzhu is not only skilled in painting, but she also likes tea. As her adopted son, if you didn't have this bit of self-cultivation, how could you accompany mother in the quiet room to admire paintings and drink tea?"
In one sentence, he brought the topic back to the topic he was going to talk about today.
Ling Fang smiled without batting an eyelid, but he was secretly shocked. There was no other reason than the fact that very few people knew that he was Chi Wanzhu's adopted son…
"You investigated me?"
He bit down on the words and smiled.
