After Wen Hanye finished speaking, at exactly this time, Ye Siran led a servant who came over with tea. She held a cup with a hot fragrance and raised the corner of her eyes, “It’s Prince Mo here.”
Mo Shichen didn’t say hello to Ye Siran this time, because his eyes were always locked on Wen Yi’s face, and his body was less humble and gloomy than usual.
Wen Hanye reached out and took the teacup in Ye Siran’s hand, the smile held by the corner of his lips remained unchanged, and said to Wen Yi unhurriedly, “Okay, you talk slowly, let’s make room.”
After that, he turned around, glanced at Ye Si and then faced the tea in the servant’s hand, and said, “If Mr. Mo doesn’t leave later, bring him a cup.”
The servant sighed quickly and put the cup in his hand in front of Wen Yi.
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