"Sir, your tea is ready!"
Two bodyguards came over carrying the tea set.
Seeing the teapot, Anmusi really wanted to smash it.
Damn, pretending to be sophisticated only to end up failing!
Ridiculous!
A major flop in life!
"Cough, cough, Zhang Fan, feel free! Feel free!"
Anmusi practically said through gritted teeth.
Especially when he thought about the words Zhang Xiaoyuan said, 'About half a catty left.' His mouth twitched involuntarily.
Half a catty!
That's Da Hong Pao that's been aged for over ten years!
Then, he turned his head, his eyes burning as he looked at Zhang Fan. Ten-year-old Da Hong Pao, that's top grade among top grades!
The next moment, Anmusi said, "Zhang Fan, may I ask if your aged Da Hong Pao is for sale? Could you sell me a little?"
