Ye Huang rarely mentioned Ye Li, for Ye Li was the deepest wound in his heart. To suddenly bring him up startled Bai Xiao, who looked at him anxiously.
Ye Huang's expression remained calm, showing neither storms nor sunshine.
Ling Mohan slowly savored a sip of tea, then spoke leisurely, "Mr. Ye's brother must be a tea master."
"How do you know?" Ye Huang asked.
"Because this tea can't be bought on the market. The old tea farmer told me that he only sells his tea to those who are destined. It was also by chance that I managed to purchase some," Ling Mohan said.
"Fine tea waits for those who understand it." After saying that, Ye Huang fell silent, slowly tasting his tea.
With his eyes lowered, the depth of his gaze hidden, no one knew what he was thinking.
Fearful of making him sad, Bai Xiao pleasingly took his hand and said softly, "Hubby, I was asking Mr. Ling for some advice about fragrances."
