Wei Zimu wanted to reach out to take it back, but he was not as fast as Wei Yu and the rest. The few of them directly distributed the milk tea in the bag.
"Urgh, it's disgusting. As expected, only low-class people like to drink this kind of thing." Wei Yu took a sip with the straw and vomited everything out. She threw the milk tea cup to the ground.
]"Wei Yu, don't go overboard." Seeing that the things he had bought for Xia Wanyuan had been thrown aside, Wei Zimu's gentle face could not help but show anger.
"Wei Zimu, I advise you to recognize your status too. You're just an adopted son. You should be grateful that the Wei family is willing to give you a meal. Don't act so high and mighty." Wei Yu looked at Wei Zimu disdainfully. "Back then, you were just a little beggar on the streets. If not for the Wei family taking you in, what are you now?"
