Zheng Qing held that small cup of tea, sipping it for an hour.
He definitely didn't dare let Su Ya brew him a second cup. Who knew what other trouble she might cause. He just wanted to quietly shrink into a corner alone, waiting for the Miss Su Family's summons.
But even this small wish, Su Ya refused to grant him.
Every two minutes, the little fox lady would politely ask if he wanted more tea, if he wanted fruit, if he wanted some snacks, if he wanted a warm towel, if he wanted to bathe and change clothes, if he wanted her to find him a little girl who sang or a young man who performed magic—so on and so forth, endlessly.
With the miserable experience of the first cup of tea, Zheng Qing declined all subsequent offers—he also couldn't understand why, as a wizard, he would want to watch someone else perform magic.
It was an hour later when Su Shijun returned to Greenhill Mansion.
Zheng Qing stood up, releasing a heavy sigh, feeling the urge to cry tears of relief.