After discussing various matters concerning the Capital, Yang Yizhi's talkativeness was completely unleashed. He went down the line, ruthlessly dissing everyone who had ever tripped him up. This time, he employed every single cursing technique he had learned in his life, while Zhao Yan said nothing, merely busying himself with pouring tea and refilling cups.
When he grew tired of cursing, he would switch to smoothing the atmosphere; when he grew thirsty from cursing, he would take a sip of hot tea to moisten his throat.
Standing off to the side, Mo Yi's brow twitched. No wonder his young master and Lord Zhao hit it off so well.
Chapter 492