"This is the place?" Guan Yu stood in front of the antique tea house, turned his head to Xiaoxiong and asked.

Xiao Xiong nodded and was about to speak. In the corner of his eye, he saw a group of people coming in another direction, their faces not moving.

Guan Yu found Xiao Xiong's subtle action. He did not turn around and look at it. He was a little stunned and whispered, "Cheng Gui?"

"Yes." Xiao Xiong's voice is very indifferent and somewhat cold. It seems that the resentment between them can not be explained clearly by one or two sentences.

"It seems that Director Jia's tea is not good...