Chapter 264 The Truth

The lid of the blue and white porcelain cup was gently opened to reveal a crack, and wisps of tea mist with a bitter fragrance rose up.

The man closed his eyes, lowered his head and sniffed gently, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a sigh,

"Fragrant Mountain Cloud Tea, a tribute-grade tea, is something only your Cheng family can be so generous in offering to guests." He took a sip, a hint of bitterness filtering through the tip of his tongue, but after swallowing it, a slightly cool and refreshing taste slowly brewed, leaving one with an endless aftertaste. He smiled and said,

"I received a can of it as a gift in Yungang before, and I kept it like a treasure and drank it slowly for a long time. I wouldn't take it out even when guests came."

"That depends on the level of the guest."

The elegant voice like a cello flows out slowly, appearing even more noble and heavy in the room filled with the fragrance of tea.

The man was wearing a neatly buttoned suit, a blue pinstripe tie with a low-key metal tie clip, and his slender and powerful fingers had just put down the small and exquisite jade teapot.

Every move he makes is full of the temperament that is a fusion of celebrity, aristocracy and successful people, and he looks very charming.

He looked up at the man opposite him who was obsessed with the teacup, and continued with a smile,

"For example, for someone like you, Mr. Huo, I wouldn't hesitate to spend money on even the real imperial tribute tea, let alone the Fragrant Mountain Cloud Tea. It's a pity that the fresh tribute tea of ​​this season isn't out yet, so I can only make do with this."

Mr. Huo, the eldest son of Mr. Huo, Huo Zhenqing laughed happily twice.

"I've heard that Cheng Zhiyuan, the young master of the imperial capital, is a cold-hearted and ruthless devil, but seeing him today completely overturns everyone's belief."

"Rumors are always three-tenths true and seven-tenths false. I believe Mr. Huo himself is more inclined to believe the truth he has seen and found out."

Cheng Zhiyuan picked up the teacup and took a sip elegantly, then said calmly,

"For example, isn't the real purpose of your coming to the Imperial Capital this time to seek the truth?"

The smile on Huo Zhenqing's lips gradually faded, and finally formed a cold arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

"Young Master Cheng really knows everything."

"I only know what I want to know,"

Cheng Zhiyuan looked up at him,

"And now, I can tell Mr. Huo what I want to tell you. Do you want to listen?"

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At the same time.

Imperial Capital International Airport.

Mr. Huo refused Ning Haoyu's offer to see him off at the airport and even wanted to take him all the way back to Yungang.

"I know Ning's company is in a lot of trouble right now. You should take care of the company's affairs and stop wasting your time on an old man like me."

After a pause, he continued,

"Especially Mingzhu Media. Yun Duan put a lot of effort into it when he was alive. You must take good care of it. If you ever get into trouble and can't hold on, go to your uncle and he will help you."

"I understand, Grandpa,"

Ning Haoyu looked a little unwell, but he still forced a smile and prepared to stay with him until registration.

In the end, he was still impatiently driven away by Mr. Huo.

The flight was delayed. The old man looked at the time and turned around to ask the people behind him,

"Where's the boss? When is he planning to go back?"

"The eldest young master said he has some business to attend to in the imperial capital, so he might have to wait a few days before returning to Yungang."

Mr. Huo nodded, sat in the VIP waiting room and closed his eyes to rest.

Not long after, he suddenly heard someone shout vigilantly,

"What does this lady want?"

Mr. Huo opened his eyes and saw several bodyguards standing in front of him. Outside the crowd, a girl with teardrop moles under her eyes stood there, staring at him straight.

"Who are you?"

Mr. Huo frowned and spoke. The girl's eyes immediately lit up. She took out a mask from her pocket and put it on her face.

"It's me, it's me."

Mr. Huo looked at her wide-open eyes and said "oh", then he quickly remembered,

"The girl in the elevator."

The little girl nodded frantically immediately.

"Are you here to see me? What do you want from me?"

The girl paused, then slowly took out another envelope from her pocket and handed it to him, saying softly,

"This is a letter from my friend, and your name is addressed to it."

"I think if I meet you one day, I should hand this letter to you on her behalf."