Yang Jingshen calmly accepted the cup full to the brim with the slightly dark-purple-coloured tea and took a sip before nodding in satisfaction. All this while, he proceeded to ignore the fuming youngster by his side. This tea– it was pretty good la~
Yu Xiuran blew up once the bodyguard left with the thermos. "What are you looking at? Never seen someone with constipation?"
Gu Zhen seamlessly turned her eyes away, acting as if she didn't see or hear anything. But, how could Yang Jingshen possibly have such qualms? "At least it's not milk. If I were you, I would thank your mother for not sending something like that."
"..." Fucker! He suddenly had a feeling of hundred– no, hundreds of thousands of alpacas(1) running through his mind!
