Chen Mo did not rush to answer. He slowly skimmed the foam with the lid's edge, took a careful sip, and nodded: "Hmm, good tea, Mrs. Yan's craftsmanship is indeed impressive."
Yan Peizhi said flatteringly: "My wife indeed has mastered the tea art. If Mr. Chen likes, you can come often to taste tea and discuss the way."
"We'll talk about that in the future."
Chen Mo glanced at him with a peculiar expression, set down the teacup, and said: "Now that the situation has reached this point, you two should understand the fundamental reason."
Feng Jinyu and Yan Peizhi exchanged a glance.
They were certainly clear; everything stemmed from the Princely Heir.
Originally, this was a conflict between Chen Mo and the Prince Yu Mansion. They wanted to take this opportunity to suppress the Chen Family. Instead, it backfired...
Feng Jinyu, in particular, was filled with hatred and regret.
If not for being instructed by Prince Yu Mansion, how could he end up in such a situation?
