C1236 holy fruit

"Sir Mo Lin, I'm sorry, I will make you another pot of tea now."

Looking at Mo Lin, Han Shiyu suddenly lowered her head, her face completely red. She looked like a child who had done something wrong.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. I'm not thirsty, so there's no need to drink tea."

At this time, Mo Lin looked at Han Shiyu and said with a smile.

"Miss, I'll go make some tea