As Bartholomeus Smith finished speaking, Landon Brooke's dark brows furrowed slightly, and a cool light flashed in his black eyes. He gave Bartholomeus a somewhat inscrutable look and spoke in a tone as light as an autumn breeze filtering through a bamboo forest—
"I heard you had a very pleasant evening with him in Germany last time?"
At these words, Bartholomeus's eyes flickered, and the tea in his mouth immediately spurted out with a 'pfft', followed by a burst of violent coughing...
'Cough cough... cough cough...'
The splattered tea stains dampened some of Landon Brooke's hand.
Landon lowered his eyelids, reached for a tissue, and gently began to wipe it off.
Bartholomeus appeared quite disheveled, with his shirt also somewhat wet. As he coughed violently, he took a tissue to wipe his mouth, staring at Landon with wide eyes.