She picked it up, and her hand was nearly strangled.
It sounded like she was jealous.
Lan Mu was very happy, grinning and nodding, "Drink."
He was holding two large bags of milk tea in one hand, and with the other, he was teasingly grabbing Yan Zao's arm, asking, "Yan Zao, do you have such a strong possessive desire for me?"
Yan Zao frowned, "What are you talking about?"
She tried to push Lan Mu away, but he pulled her forcefully into his arms, dominatingly securing her, and then looked down at her, "You won't let me sign autographs randomly, and you're jealous over the milk tea Feifei gave me?"
Feeling her face heat up from Lan Mu's teasing look, Yan Zao hurriedly avoided his gaze, "Which eye saw me getting jealous? Get lost, I'm leaving."
She pushed hard.
Luckily, she hadn't mentioned Yu Yesang earlier, or it would have been even more embarrassing.
