C152 The Flower Girl Vs. the Young Master

"Pfft—"

At the sound of Ye Chuxia's abrupt exclamation, Yung Yuxuan and Lu Wenjin, who were mid-sip, simultaneously sprayed their tea out in unison.

Yung Yuxuan's tea showered the table, which was thankfully bare. Otherwise, who would want to dine amidst a table drenched in spit?

Lu Wenye was less fortunate. Sitting right next to his younger brother