Han Yichen nodded in satisfaction, and he sat on the sofa before he noticed the tea on the table; it was Taiping Houkui tea, which was his favorite. He took one cup to drink, while Mu Xitong, Jinxuan, Mu Dien, and Du Shaoheng turned to look at him.
“Why are you guys looking at me? I came back in one piece, right? You don’t have to look at me like that.” Han Yichen sipped from his cup.
“Oh no, we just noticed that you don’t seem to be in a good mood.” Mu Dien smiled.
“I’m fine. Why do you think I’m in a bad mood?” Han Yichen asked calmly.
“Oh no, no, no. You’re in a good mood. I was wrong,” Mu Dien said helplessly.
You’re in a bad mood, but you just have to act tough, Mu Dien grumbled quietly, as he dared not to say that out loud.