There was a large stack of information on the table. Xiao Liu's expression was a little solemn, and he wanted to say something but stopped.
This information included all of Jiang SE's life. She had found out everything she could from her childhood.
Mother Wang brought over a pot of freshly brewed tea. From the mouth of the cast iron teapot, the hot air was mixed with the aroma of tea. Feng Zhongliang sat in his chair without moving, his hand touching the thick kraft paper folder with a complicated expression.
"Old master, Wuwu."
Xiao Liu hesitated. The moment he opened his mouth, Jiang SE's face flashed across his mind. She was pretty, gentle, and treated Feng Zhongliang so well. He could not bear to see her like this. He stopped what he was about to say and poured Feng Zhongliang a cup of tea.
The tea was brewed by Jiang se. It was fragrant and very much to Feng Zhongliang's liking. She had brought a box and had already finished half of it.