On the other side.
Mr. Yan led Zhou Yu to a reception hall at Red Leaf Villa.
After they took their seats, the waiter quickly brought over various precious fruits, along with brewed tea.
Zhou Yu picked up a cup of tea, took a deep breath, and instantly felt a clarity throughout his body.
He tasted it.
"Excellent tea!"
Mr. Yan hurriedly said with a smile,
"Mr. Zhou, this tea is top-quality Longjing, specially reserved here to entertain our most honored guests."
"Mr. Zhou, your relationship with the young lady is profound. I propose this tea instead of wine to honor you, offering this cup as an apology for the previous conflict."
With that, Mr. Yan picked up a cup of tea and drained it in one gulp.
Zhou Yu did not accept his sentiment. He set down his teacup and said coldly,
"Let's skip the formalities. What's going on with Tang Beibei and your Han Family's so-called young lady?"
A flicker of sinister cold passed through Mr. Yan's eyes, but his face still bore a full smile.
