"Mister, are you listening?"

Xu Qingzhou slightly lifted his downcast gaze, picked up the cup from the table, and attempted to drink tea to mask his heavy thoughts.

As the cup neared his lips, he realized it was empty, the wind passing through his throat. Coming back to his senses, he found the cup was already empty.

Cangyue Xinyin noticed this scene and knew that Xu Qingzhou must be aware of something.