Dong Chenglang's voice was undeniably authoritative.
Having come all the way here to see his true face, and speaking in front of Zhao Xu, how could Xie Jingchen evade it?
Zhao Xu also looked at Xie Jingchen.
The face before them was plain and unremarkable, really not pleasing to the eye.
Xie Jingchen stepped forward, Dong Chenglang poured tea for himself and then for Xie Jingchen.
As he poured the tea, he turned to look back.
Xie Jingchen raised his hand and tore off the mask, revealing that enchanting countenance.
Such an extraordinarily handsome face, one that everyone would envy, even someone with a poor memory would find it unforgettable.
Dong Chenglang, "...!!!"
The teapot in his hand was still tilted, and in his stunned state, the teacup overflowed.
"The tea," Zhao Xu reminded.
Dong Chenglang snapped back to reality and quickly put down the teapot.
Zhao Xu had already risen, calling, "Cousin."
