Grandpa Du's room door wasn't locked, so Mo Qishen walked straight in.
When he entered, Grandpa Du was sitting in front of the bay window brewing tea, with the fragrance of tea wafting through the room.
"Grandpa Du."
"Pei Zhi is here, sit down," Grandpa Du said, pointing to the stool opposite him.
Mo Qishen walked over and sat down across from Grandpa Du.
Grandpa Du poured him a cup of tea, "Try it."
Mo Qishen lifted the cup and took a light sip, "It's clear and refreshing, rich and pleasant. Grandpa Du's tea brewing skills have become even better."
Grandpa Du smiled and then picked up the document he had just been looking at, "Take another look at this."
Mo Qishen took the document, flipped through a few pages, and his expression changed, "Those old guys are getting restless again, I'll go over there tomorrow."
"I can go there," said Grandpa Du in a calm tone.
Mo Qishen was stunned for a moment.
