chapter 120 Enemy of everyone

In the classical courtyard, there is a nanmu chair with gold threads placed at the door. Next to it is a tea table with a pot of clear pre-rain Longjing tea, from which wisps of white smoke rise.

A young man in sportswear sat on a golden nanmu chair, and a girl as well-behaved as a lotus picked up the teapot with her delicate hands and poured a cup of fragrant tea.

In front of me, raindrops from the flying eaves fell like a gauze curtain. The transparent raindrops splashed...