Wang Zhanrui stood stiff-necked in the center of the courtyard, his eyebrows furrowed and his entire body seemed wrapped in a giant fireball, burning fiercely as if he might explode at any moment and reduce the newly repaired Meng Family mansion to ashes.
Hua Xiaomai had originally held a grudge against him for frightening little Hetao to tears, but seeing him like this, she couldn't help but laugh, coaxing him to sit by the table. Then she went to the kitchen to bring three kinds of tea snacks to him.
"You deal with tea leaves all day long, and shouldn't you be the most concerned with maintaining a calm mind? I really don't understand, how someone with such a fiery temperament could possibly brew such good tea?"
