C2570 A Dream of the Yellow River

"Please."

Zhu Yan smiled, as if he was chatting with his beloved junior, his eyes were filled with tender affection.

"Thank you."

Yang Ping took the teacup and sipped on it, accepting Zhu Yan's thanks.

A cup of tea broke a debt of gratitude.

No one owes anyone anything.

Yang Ping stood up and left