Wen Tinglan gracefully took a seat and then asked, "Oh? What do I like to drink?"
"How could I not know?" Yan Fu replied with a smile brimming across his face. "Rest assured, the mansion is well-prepared!"
It was clear that Yan Fu did not remember what tea Wen Tinglan liked to drink, but for the housekeeper of the Yan Mansion, this surely was not a problem.
Jiang Wang smiled, making no superfluous movements, indicating that he completely did not understand the underlying currents in their conversation.
Wen Tinglan obviously knew the answer but did not press the issue further; she merely made a light remark and let it pass, then changed the subject, "We're all seated, why are you still standing?"
"Ha ha, true," Yan Fu laughed more than usual today.
Whether he was genuinely happy... it did not matter.
At this moment, he was standing alone.
Jiang Wang and Wen Tinglan were sitting opposite each other, separated by the space between them.