"Why are you rushing to find me?"
Zhu Zhixuan walked into the tea house with a puzzled face, looking at Lin Fan who was sitting at the table drinking tea, flanked by Da Xiaoshuang and Tang Dashuang, two tall and handsome figures which made Zhu Zhixuan even more confused.
"Here to have tea with you. How do you like the environment?"
Lin Fan gestured for Zhu Zhixuan to sit opposite him, and as she looked around, she became even more perplexed.
"It's very nice, quiet and elegantly simple. It feels very upscale."
"Then let's see how their tea-making skills are."
Lin Fan smiled and winked at Tang Dashuang, who immediately reached for a teapot beside her. This Kung Fu teapot was no ordinary teapot, with a spout over a meter long. As Da Shuang shook her wrist, the teapot, like a nimble sword, began to fly up and down.
