C528 A Dream of the Yellow River

"Please."

Zhu Yan smiled, as though she was chatting with a beloved junior, and her eyes were filled with tender affection.

"Thank you."

Yang Ping received the teacup and took a small sip, accepting Zhu Yan's thanks.

A cup of tea broke a debt of gratitude.

No one owes anyone anything.

Yang Ping got up and left