Yi Juncheng wasn't that incompetent. Besides, he didn't like to owe people favors. When he left, he asked Gao Feng to send the old man another box of tea that was no longer in production.
Fu Sheng hugged the tea as if it was a treasure. He was originally gloomy, but his face seemed to glow like a rainbow again. "This is…"
A blessing in disguise.
Just like that, Yi Juncheng held Sheng Yang's hand and walked away. However, a certain someone who didn't know any better was still beside them, arguing.
Who else could it be but Ling Yun?
He was really obsessed with mathematics, so he had been discussing the math questions with Sheng Yang, while ignoring the murderous aura around him.
Suddenly… Yi Juncheng said, "How about I give you a question?"
"Come on." Ling Yun was full of confidence. He would definitely be able to recover from the blow he suffered at Sheng Yang's hands.
Sheng Yang didn't stop him. She watched with relief.
