When he realized what had happened, Duan Ling said angrily, "It's just one cup of tea! You wouldn't even let me have it!"
Lu Zhan gave him a cool glance and finished the tea in his cup. "This wasn't poured for you."
Duan Ling asked in surprise, "If it wasn't for me, then who was it for? Who was here before I arrived?"
"No one." Faced with his questions, Lu Zhan subconsciously concealed the fact that Zhi Wan had just been there.
An idea struck Duan Ling, and he teased, "Don't tell me a young lady came to visit?" Without waiting for Lu Zhan's reply, he shot up and began searching the entire room, muttering, "The cup is still warm. Maybe the lady is hiding somewhere in here."
However, he made a full circle around the room, even checking behind the door, but found no so-called young lady.
"Old Lu, did I come at a bad time? Did I interrupt something good?" Duan Ling grinned meaningfully.
A vein throbbed on Lu Zhan's temple. He said coldly, "What is it you came to see me about?"
