Chase’s hand shook, and the water poured from the spout spilled onto the table. He reacted and turned to look at the old man, his eyes were so cold that he was puzzled. .
“What are you doing looking at me like this?”
The old man frowned, concealing his guilty conscience in his incomprehension, and asked, not so emboldened.
After asking him, he immediately looked away from Chase’s face, stretched out his hand to pick up the tea that Chase had just filled him, took a sip, and then bowed his head slightly.
“So you still have to force them together?” Chase asked, raising his eyebrows coldly.
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