"Yeah, fresh from the cat, absolutely new! Oh right, we also have fresh dog..."
"Ugh..."
Ye Chenfeng hadn't even finished speaking before Dong Zheng dry-heaved and rushed to the restroom without a care for his image. His speed could only be described as "a man like the wind."
"Ugh..."
Even Chu Qingxue and Qiu Muran felt waves of nausea. Neither dared to look at the cup of coffee.
"This guy's odd. Does he really think freshly pooped cat stuff goes straight into the coffee? Is his brain leaking?" Ye Chenfeng said, watching Dong Zheng's retreating figure.
Chu Qingxue and Qiu Muran: "..."
It appeared that Ye Chenfeng thought cat poop coffee literally involved fresh cat poop in the coffee. But no, the two quickly realized Ye Chenfeng was definitely doing it on purpose. He had been abroad; there was no way he didn't know about cat poop coffee.
When Dong Zheng returned, he seemed utterly exhausted, his eyes looking at Ye Chenfeng with a murderous glare.
