In Chapter 625, George looked at me who was drinking his tea. There was a twinge of heartache in his eyes. He looked straight, but he couldn't help but snatch the teapot beside me.

"it's a waste to drink tea for your boy. You need to drink it and pour water." George looked at me and complained.

I curled my mouth and saw him dissatisfied and said, "stingy!" He grabbed the teapot, ignored his distressed eyes, and filled my cup.

I drank the tea in the cup again, and then I looked at George with an iron face and said, "old man, it's just a little tea. I can't be...