Miyata, standing behind Yamamoto Yu, saw that the two were only talking about tea and not discussing serious matters, and couldn't help feeling anxious. If it were him with his impatient nature, he would have already been unable to sit still.
The teacup was quickly emptied, and the servant came over to refill it.
After almost half an hour had passed, looking at the young tea leaves floating in the cup, a hint of impatience flashed in the shrewd eyes of Yamamoto Yu.
Finally, Yamamoto Yu couldn't hold it in any longer and blurted out, "I wonder what brought Mr. Gu to see me so late at night?"
Gu Moqian lowered his eyes, a strange look flashing beneath them, yet he continued to drink tea with grace and elegance, utterly charming.
Putting down the teacup, he responded casually, "The bet at the underground fighting arena, does Mr. Yamamoto still consider it valid?"
