"What did you do to the teapot?" Bi Quan said, suppressing his anger.
Bi Junxian knew that since he had already started talking, it was impossible to hide what followed, so he confessed directly, "Last night, I woke up and rushed out of my room to the bathroom, but the urgency just kept increasing.
When I couldn't hold it in any longer, I saw two teapots on the table. I'm a grown man, I couldn't just pee my pants, so I grabbed that purple clay teapot and opened the floodgates.
I know you usually drink tea with that 'little leaf red sandalwood pot', didn't expect you to use the purple clay teapot today."
Old Lu instantly stiffened, although he had vaguely guessed the answer long ago, hearing Bi Junxian say it personally was still a bit hard to accept.
No wonder.
No wonder the tea tasted with a hint of stink.
"You... you... you bastard!"
