Yecheng.
The ambiance inside a certain tea house was elegant, with the fragrance of tea pervading every corner of the space, creating a tranquil atmosphere.
At a tea table by the window on the second floor, two people sat facing each other.
Rong Wei held her teacup, gently swaying it before taking a light sip, and exclaimed, "As expected of the finest tea house in Yecheng, the flavor is indeed superb."
The man sitting opposite her smiled faintly, "Of course."
She twirled the teacup in her hands, then set it down, and lifted her eyes to the black and white mask on his face, "Si Ling, I need your help with something."
Si Ling did not drink his tea, merely fiddled with the cup in his hands, "What matter requires the Miss herself to find me?"
His eyes revealed a sharp edge, and if his guess was correct, the task Rong Wei wanted him to undertake...surely involved those two people.
