It's just that Old Master Bo is showing leniency.
Those people's faces turned pale.
Bo Jinkun couldn't be bothered to look at them. "Tell Miss Yan thanks for the gift. However, the one who loves this tea isn't me. It's... Lin Yunxuan."
He glanced at Lin Yunxuan. The phone in Lin Yunxuan's hand fell to the ground with a "bang".
When she was young, she stood in front of Bo Jinkun. She didn't understand which tea was precious, but still wanted to blurt out a prestigious tea name.
"I want to drink Longjing."
From that day on, he arranged for her to have a constant supply of West Lake Longjing.
Yan Qiao thought the same because there was too much Longjing at his home, assuming he only liked Longjing.
But what they didn't know was...
It was heartbreaking, truly heartbreaking.
His heart was hurt to the core.
Bo Jinkun didn't particularly like tea. Longjing, even less so.
It was all Lin Yunxuan's preference.
