"It seems you have already anticipated my arrival." Zhao Moyao said when he walked into the study room where the tea and pastries were already set out. Then he realized something highly entertaining.
The bitter oolong tea and unsweetened lotus seed cake were Yang Feng's favorite. Zhao Moyao only knew of this when he encountered the rascal when he was fifteen and accompanying Yang Mujian in the study.
"Or perhaps you were waiting for your dear grandson…"—Who is currently after your head. Zhao Moyao wisely kept the last comment to himself. He was not going to reveal and snitch on Yang Feng, though he was sure Yang Mujian would've known by now. Yang Feng was making his rounds throughout the city and everywhere his eyes settled on, would surely become his.
