"A few thousand yuan's worth of stuff? That's too cheap. It seems our cousin hasn't had a good life these past few years," Fang Wei chimed in.
Ye Qingfeng messed up his banquet yesterday, and he still holds a grudge. Now it's the old master's birthday party; he doesn't believe that guy would dare to make a move here!
Everyone present was a wealthy individual, and among them were tea connoisseurs who immediately spotted that this Taihu Oolong tea looked mediocre and must be cheap.
This girl is really Fang Lun's granddaughter? How could she be so poor? It's Fang Lun's seventieth birthday, and she only gives something worth a few thousand yuan — that's truly embarrassing.
"Grandpa, I specially picked this for you. I hope you like it," Shui Yiyi said calmly.
She was only there to wish Fang Lun a happy birthday. She didn't care about anything else. With Ye Qingfeng by her side, she felt at ease.
