Ji Chicheng's hand trembled, and water spilled from the spout onto the table. When he realized what had happened, he turned his head to look at the old master, his eyes cold enough to seem frosty, leaving the old master puzzled.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
The old master furrowed his brows, his confusion tinged with guilt as he asked the question, not as assertively as before.
After asking, he immediately shifted his gaze from Ji Chicheng's face, reached out to take the tea Ji Chicheng had just poured for him, took a small sip, and then continued to bow his head slightly.
"So, you still want to force them together?" Ji Chicheng spoke up, his eyebrows coldly raised.
