Ling Feng and Jiang Lang, upon hearing this, immediately glared at Gu Huai with a predatory look. After fixing their gaze on Gu Huai, they then stared at the two cups of milk tea in Qi Yue's hands, their expressions filled with deep sorrow and distress.
Ling Feng, who had ended up with only one shoe in his frantic run, was also holding a copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude." With a slap, he threw the book to the ground, "Why did you buy milk tea for someone else! All these years of affection and love, all damn wasted!!!"
Qi Yue: "...?"
Qi Yue blinked and took a while to respond. After clearing his throat, he said, "Was this milk tea originally for you guys?"
No wonder Gu Huai bought milk tea...
So, these two rushed over in such a hurry, losing a shoe in the process, just for two cups of milk tea?
How much do they love milk tea?
"Sorry, I didn't know. Here, take it? I'll go back and buy some more..." Qi Yue offered the milk tea.
