C188 I'm in Trouble

The pure white sweater and furs were covered with brown coffee juice. It flowed down his black hair. Yi Zhengya wiped his face with his hands in a flurry. The limited edition handbag he had just bought was also infected.

Always elegant and dignified, this was the first time Yi Zhengya was in such a sorry state under the watchful eyes of so many people.

Tang Weiwei stood in front of her