Feng Yu did not expect him to take the initiative to look for him.
He was not stupid. How could he not understand Ye Wangchuan's weakness?
Only Qiao Nian could make him give up his principles.
He frowned and guessed again, "You're here about the Privy Council? You heard about it too?"
Ye Wangchuan elegantly picked up the tea cup, then gently brushed the foam with the cover bowl. He blew on it and took a sip. Then, he looked up and raised his eyebrows. "New tea this year?"
Feng Yu was speechless.
He, on the other hand, was very calm. He smiled and praised it. "It tastes good."
Feng Yu could not take it anymore and skipped the topic. "Don't talk to me about tea. If you like this tea, I'll give you all my tea leaves later!"
His face was about to touch Ye Wangchuan's, so anxious he was. "Do you have a solution?"
