Xia ruofei nodded and thanked Feng Jing for her hard work. He then walked into the building and took the elevator to his office on the top floor.
The space here was much bigger than the office at Taoyuan farm. Xia ruofei was not used to it.
He first stood in front of the floor - to - Ceiling window and looked at the situation in the small square for a while. Then, he returned to the spacious reception area, where a full set of tea sets had been prepared. He took out a small bag of Da Hong Pao from the space and began to make tea leisurely.
The fragrance of the tea filled the air. Xia ruofei tasted the first cup of tea, and the fragrance lingered in his mouth. Then, he leaned back on the soft sofa and prepared to close his eyes to rest.
At this moment, Xia Qing, who was in the space, suddenly took the initiative to contact him with her divine sense.""Master, the heart concentrating grass has matured again!"