"Are you my wife?" Lu Zhan glanced at the Old Master indifferently.
"I am your father!" Old Master Lu shouted.
"You still know you're my father!" Lu Zhan's tone was calm, his thin lips slightly pressed, and the meaning in his words couldn't be more obvious.
Old Master Lu: ...Alright, still feeling guilty.
Chi Nuan secretly gave Lu Zhan a reproachful look, then quickly handed the tea to the Old Master: "Dad, you can have my cup. I'm not thirsty..."
"He doesn't drink barley tea," Lu Zhan said.
Just then, the maid came in with a full set of tea utensils at the door: "Young Master, the tea set is here."
Everyone realized that Lu Zhan was purposely trying to annoy the Old Master, knowing full well that the Old Master couldn't get used to barley tea, so he specifically had the tea set sent over.
"Put it on the table, boil the water, and then you can leave," Lu Zhan said indifferently.
