Hearing the old man's eager inquiry, Hu Xiaobei knew that he genuinely liked the tea.
He smiled and was about to say something when Sun Fuan's father, Sun Haiyang, spoke first.
"Hey, hey, hey, Xue, everything has a sequence! This tea was given to me by Xiaobei, so don't covet it because even if you do, I won't give it to you."
Upon hearing Sun Haiyang's words, Xue Zhengming responded directly, "Given to you? How big is your face?"
"Ha ha, Xue, you've known me for a long time! My face is just that big!"
"Hmph, don't talk nonsense with me. The principle of sharing when we meet, you understand. If you want to hog it, I could step outside and shout. You should be aware of the consequences."
Hearing Xue Zhengming's threat, Sun Haiyang's expression slightly changed.