"I thought the senior executive would like it."

The old head was his former leader, and he was in charge of his grandmother's house.

Only Huo Miao dares to be presumptuous in front of him.

Take back the chess, and Huo Miao makes tea for the old man. "Why this time, come to Rongcheng?"

The old head's place is the capital city.

The curling fragrance of tea makes people feel comfortable when they smell it.

The old man picked up the cup and gently sipped it. The light fragrance of tea filled his mouth.

For so many years, it was Huo Miao's tea that suits his taste best.

"If I...