Steven Quinton watched Charlie drink up the tea, and hurriedly refilled him respectfully, and asked diligently: “Master Wade, don’t know, are you satisfied with this tea?”
Charlie nodded and smiled, and said, “Yes, Steven, you should have learned this posture specifically? I didn’t expect that a person of your personality would be able to bear the temper to study tea ceremony.”
The former Steven Quinton was a rich second generation who didn’t understand.
Not only don’t understand the shit, but also like to be arty, buy some shit stuff in the antique street all day long, and take it as a baby no matter what garbage.
Even when he came to Aurous Hill to participate in the auction, he slid and slapped Jack Yaleman against himself.
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