Mu Anran followed behind Old Master Yu with mixed feelings.
She really wanted to know the truth.
However, if Yu Lingqian wasn't willing to speak and she sought the answers herself, it would inevitably mean uncovering the Yu Family's scars.
For Yu Lingqian, it was simply too cruel.
Old Master Yu sighed deeply, "Little girl, someone brought me some top-quality Maojian tea a few days ago. Come join your grandfather for some tea."
"Mmhmm," Mu Anran nodded and followed.
In the backyard's small garden, there was an Octagonal Pavilion.
Mu Anran and Old Master Yu sat inside the pavilion.
Though he was elderly, Old Master Yu was still deft at brewing tea, skilled in his movements and perfect in controlling the water temperature.
"Come, try your grandfather's brewing skills," Old Master Yu handed a small cup of tea to Mu Anran.
Mu Anran took it, sipped lightly, "It's fragrant and mellow, lingering on the lips and teeth."
