An elegantly traditional Chinese tea house, the tea artist's beautiful hands moved over the tea set, filling the entire private booth with the fragrance of tea.
"I prefer Lapsang Souchong when it comes to tea, I wonder if it suits Miss Bai's taste?" Yin Hao asked with a warm smile.
Bai Yiran didn't know much about tea, but she found that this Lapsang Souchong had a faint milky aroma, which she didn't mind.
"I'm fine with anything, honestly I don't know much about tea," Bai Yiran replied politely, but she always felt a bit uneasy around Yin Hao.
The tea artist handed the brewed tea to both Yin Hao and Bai Yiran. Yin Hao picked up the teacup, drank it, and then put it down, and the tea artist promptly refilled his cup.
"Yin Tianshen is my son."
The sudden mention of Yin Tianshen made Bai Yiran uncomfortable, "Yes, I know."
"That boy has done some reckless things to Miss Bai, and it's all because I haven't disciplined him well enough as a father, so I apologize on his behalf."
