"The steamed buns I f*cking bought cost more than your tip. Yan Qingsi, are you seriously that stingy?"
Yue Tingfeng wanted to pulverize the coins in his hand.
No sound could be heard on the other side of the door. It was clear that Yan Qingsi was not going to let him in.
"Just you wait. Those buns will cost you more than this, you remember that."
Yue Tingfeng left angrily after delivering his threat.
As he walked past the trash can, he wanted to throw away the coins. 'F*ck your tip, do you think I'm poor?'
He violently flung the coins. The coins struck the trash can and bounced out. The sound of metal clattering on tiles carried for a few meters.
Yue Tingfeng smiled cruelly and thought, 'Who gives a crap about you?'
He entered the elevator but as the elevator door was closing, he shot out his hand to stop it.
The door opened again and Yue Tingfeng stomped out with a dark expression.
