Huo Zirou, Guo Xiaomei and Yang Wei; a Small Chat.

Seated around a round table, Yang Wei, Huo Zirou, and Guo Xiaomei sipped on calming tea that Guo Xiaomei had freshly prepared. By now, Guo Xiaomei had provided a thorough explanation for why Yang Wei was here and why Huo Zirou had walked in on them in such an... intimate position.

Huo Zirou turned to both of them and clarified, "So, let me get this straight. You're telling me that you're here just to refine a pill, nothing else?"

Yang Wei took a sip of his tea and nodded calmly. "Exactly," he affirmed.

Huo Zirou slammed her fist on the table in frustration. "What a load of nonsense! Do you really think I'm wretchedly stupid enough to believe such a ludicrous story?" To her, their poorly thought out "lie" was an insult to her intellect.

Guo Xiaomei stirred her tea leisurely, replying with a hint of amusement, "Yes, we do." She blew gently on her tea before taking a sip, seemingly unfazed by Huo Zirou's outburst.