C3891 The Red Document

"Tea?" Duan Jiuyin asked. It wasn't appropriate to call it a meeting room. To be precise, it was a room, temporarily appropriated for office use.

His servant was tidying up the documents behind the desk.

"Brothering water." Dongfang Qingyu said. To drink tea, one had to have a mental state. His mental state was not suitable for drinking tea. If it was to quench thirst