Cao Xing was about to explode with anger.
As the young master of the Cao Family, arguably the most distinguished young master in miles around, it was one thing to be attacked, but for the assailant to casually drink tea as if nothing happened?
Absolutely, an utter disgrace and humiliation!!
"Keep pretending, enjoy pretending. Once my Cao Family comes, you'll be begging for mercy!"
Cao Xing gritted his teeth, forcing every word out through his clenched jaw.
Chen Yang turned a blind eye, speaking to Zhou Huaqing: "You're quite capable, old man, selling Peach Blossom Brew and running a teahouse."
"I'm the kind of person who can't sit idle. As long as I'm able-bodied, I'll keep myself occupied," Zhou Huaqing said lightly, though few could truly understand the hardships he endured.
Moreover, there was the oppression from local bullies and tyrants.
As he spoke, Zhou Huaqing called into the room, "Xiaolan, we have guests, go prepare dinner."
"Okay, Grandpa!"
