Huichun Hall
Song Ting glanced at Duan Yunfei several times, finally unable to resist asking, "Uh... Young Master Duan, how have I offended you?"
"No." Duan Yunfei replied coldly.
Song Ting: ...
No? Then why look at him with such hostile eyes? He's not stealing his wife!
Song Ting was puzzled in his heart as he looked at Shen Qinglan's empty cup and smiled, asking, "Miss Shen, would you like me to refill your cup?"
"Oh!" Shen Qinglan responded. Over there, just as Song Ting was about to pick up the teapot, Duan Yunfei was one step ahead.
He said with a forced smile, "I will do it!"
Song Ting paused, raised an eyebrow, and slowly withdrew his hand.
Shen Qinglan looked amusingly at Duan Yunfei but did not refuse.
Song Ting coughed lightly, "May I know, Young Master Duan, what brings you here today?"
Discussing business, Duan Yunfei finally eased his hostility slightly.
"I wonder if Young Master Song has any recent news about the Heavenly Killer Sect?"
