"Minister, I'm heading out to pick up my Seventh Great-Uncle Master. Is there a car arranged here?"
"Yes, it's waiting just downstairs, we'll set off soon. Are you going to pick something out now?"
"No, no, I'm mainly just here to pick someone up."
Cai Qidong lifted his eyelid, let out a sneer.
"It's not easy to get you to grace Yu State with your presence, you know."
"Minister, are you taking medicine or something?"
The smile vanished instantly from Cai Qidong's face.
"Dehumidifying Herbal Tea!"
"It's getting late, might run into traffic, you'd better get going."
Wen Yan walked out of the office. Cai Qidong lowered his head and sniffed at the thermos cup. Even Feng Yao, the local, vouched for this—smelled just like some herbal tea. So how did Wen Yan even tell it wasn't?
No way Feng Yao's fooling him, right?
Wen Yan took the Scorching Sun Department's car and headed straight to the airport.
