C573 Poor Happiness

"We're here."

Seeing the wooden door being pushed open, Leng Aiai pursed her lips and lifted her foot to enter the house.

Her gaze was first drawn to the spinning windmill, then to the man in white.

"Have a seat. Have a taste of Ming Mountain's tea."

She sat across from the man and looked at the cup for a few seconds. Then she looked up and asked