C357 Strange Sir

He turned his head, and his gaze was light. His pale, thin face was blurry like a mirror amidst the clouds and mist, and he waved his hand in annoyance. "Why aren't you leaving yet?"

"Mister Duanmu has already poured tea. If I'm fine, why would I dare to stay and not leave?" Seeing him make tea, Wen Jinniang suddenly recalled his words