"Young Master Gu, please have some tea." Tang Zhan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot—considering his face was already quite dark, now all that could be seen were his lifeless, dead-fish eyes.
Gu Lan casually picked up a cup of tea, took a gentle sip, then nodded with satisfaction, saying, "Good tea."
Then, she didn't take another sip even after those ten cups of tea had gone cold.
Hoping that Gu Lan would drink herself to death, Tang Zhan was already fuming, regretting why he softened up earlier and didn't spike her tea with a laxative.
Prince Rui also picked up a cup of tea and took a sip, exclaiming, "Tang Zhan, your tea brewing skills are getting better. I wonder what you'll make later; the Princely Heir and I are waiting to eat."
"Please wait a moment, Prince. I'm working on it," Tang Zhan said with a forced smile, baring his neat, white teeth, then went to prepare the meal with tears in his eyes.
