"Pfft… Pfft!"
Zhou Shuang, who was sitting across from them, finally couldn't suppress her laughter anymore. She bowed her head and spat out rice as though her mouth was a spray.
Actually, when she spat out her rice for the first time, she had tried to suppress it. But she failed and ended up bursting in laughter, spraying rice all over her lap and table.
She rested her head on the table and continued to shake with laughter.
Xin Yanting felt that Yan Rusheng had embarrassed her entirely in front of so many people. Now to add insult to her injury, Zhou Shuang laughed at her.
She threw her a murderous glare. "What are you laughing at? What is so funny?"
Xin Yanting, who was boiling with anger, threw a sharp question at Zhou Shuang.
Zhou Shuang contained her laughter and shook her head. "No, it has nothing to do with you. I just received a text, and it was a hilarious sexual joke. Do you want to hear it?"
