Han Yijiang's eyes blinked as he looked at his father, who had never paid attention to matters and always thought highly of himself, revealing such an expression of shock at this moment. His brow creased rapidly.
Lanying also held her breath and slowly approached the sofa step by step.
Seeing that everyone was looking at her nervously, Xia Fei smiled nervously and said, "When we fell off the cliff, an old man saved us. The old man was very good at tea art and had a congenial relationship with me, so he taught me some tea-making skills. But I only learned a little, so I still don't quite understand..."
Han Yijiang's gaze swiftly swept towards his father.
Han Zhizhong's face turned cold. As he stared at Xia Fei, the tight muscles on his face gave off a cold light. He stared at Xia Fei and then asked slowly, "What's the old grandfather's surname?"