Chu zhaoyue glanced at his eyes and sat down on the stool. There was a little dusty summer desert wind. He naturally poured out a cup of hot tea and handed it to him. He said, "there is something wrong with the ordered Liao's fabric. I'm going to visit their workshop. You just came back. I'll let you stay for a rest."

"no way." Summer desert breeze took the hot tea that she handed, just pasted it on her lips, and refused her proposal.

"why not?" Chu zhaoyue waves his hand to let master Feng go first. She doesn't want to go crazy in the desert wind for a while....