C329 Good Tea

Chen Yang could only use these four words to describe him.

As he picked up a cup of tea, the fragrance of it wafted into his nose.

Slightly taking a sip, he felt all the pores on his body open up, feeling extremely comfortable.

"Good tea!"

Chen Yang couldn't help but praise.

He drank three cups in a row.

When Lee Sichun saw Chen Yang's extremely satisfied expression