Xuan Yang's gaze met his grandfather's, his words delivered with a calm yet firm demeanor. "If the Xuan family had extended their courtesy earlier, perhaps Xu Feng could have provided you with tea…
"But alas, the timing is not conducive for such arrangements. Perhaps once our business ventures begin, there will be more ample opportunities to secure rare teas for you, grandfather."
Xuan Muchen's reaction was immediately noticeable, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his features as he stroked his chin in contemplation.
The small grin that danced upon his lips betrayed a sense of amusement, as if he had orchestrated this exchange with calculated precision.
Although Xuan Yang suspected that his grandfather had not anticipated a response from him, the diversion had evidently served its purpose.