After a hearty meal, Zhao Xueying had the nanny come over to clear the table, while she personally made two cups of hot tea and brought them out to the courtyard, where Fang Yi was chatting with Jian Rong.
Zhao Xueying set down the hot teas, initially wanting to eavesdrop. The conversation at the dinner table had piqued her curiosity about Fang Yi because this irritating, unpredictable guy turned out to have such a secret and astonishing background. Eventually, Zhao Xueying decided to leave without intruding.
Jian Rong picked up the hot tea, blew on it twice, took a sip, and after placing the cup back on the table, he said, "Fang, you've come today, I wonder what you're here for."
Fang Yi replied, "Elder Jian's insight is sharp, like a flaming eye; this junior admires you."
Jian Rong waved his hand and responded, "Don't flatter me. Just tell me what it is. As long as I can help, I'll do my best."
Fang Yi probed cautiously, "But aren't you afraid this could be trouble?"
