At the dining table, the Heavenly Venerate kept persistently adding food to Earth Venerate's bowl, and before long, a small mountain had been piled up in it.
Earth Venerate was in a dilemma, her mouth felt as if she was chewing wax, ever since she took her seat, a fierce, tiger-like gaze had been glaring at her, glaring at the vegetables in her bowl.
Earth Venerate naturally knew where that gaze came from.
What's wrong with this man again? Ever since that day, he hasn't given her a good look.
Barely able to celebrate the New Year, he was as if he had ingested gunpowder.
"I toast you for the mentorship you've bestowed upon me over these past days."
Because of the heat from the hotpot, Feng Lan's face was tinged with redness, as he raised his cup.
With Earth Venerate's guidance, he was no longer as troubled by those account books.
This expression of gratitude was indeed sincere.
