Lu Fengxuan paid no attention to Meng Chi at all; his provocation seemed downright laughable to her.
As she pinched the bottle to drink, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Yu Chiyin was staring at her without blinking, his gaze seeming to accuse her of "the apricot tree blooms beyond the wall."
"Cough... cough cough cough..."
Startled, Lu Fengxuan choked while drinking and began to cough awkwardly.
"Boss, be careful when you drink," Victory and the fatty stood up together, patting her back for her.
Lu Fengxuan only felt that the glares coming from the direction of the head seat were getting increasingly sharp, staring at her viciously.
Feeling somewhat guilty for no reason, she quickly lifted her hand and said, "Alright, alright, no need to pat anymore, you two sit down."
The fatty and Victory, seeing that she had stopped coughing, sat down in their respective seats with peace of mind.
