night.

In the west island of Xianshen Island, only the top floor lives in an apartment building.

"After more than a month of practice, your tea-making skills are becoming more and more proficient. You are doing well, Astaruti."

In the wide hall, Nangong Nayue put down the teacup in his hand with satisfaction.

Astarotti bowed slightly, and put away the teacup.

There was a little smug look on his expressionless face.

"Speaking of which, then

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