Zhou Chengchen has never been someone easy to deal with—everyone knows this, and Chen Youran doesn't quite know what got into her just now. Seeing she stand there looking so meek, and then recalling the scene she inadvertently witnessed this morning.
Xi Siyan, who rejected her, actually wiping Zhou Chengchen's mouth in such an intimate gesture.
Anger welled up in her heart, and without thinking, she splashed the milk tea she held.
Now, facing Zhou Chengchen's icy words, and her unmistakably harsh demeanor despite her gentle appearance, Chen Youran's legs went weak, nearly buckling beneath her.
"You... you, you... what do you want?"
Xiao Rou had already bought milk tea and stood clueless, holding two cups of hot milk tea. Zhou Chengchen's eyes, cold and piercing, swept over the milk tea in her hands, then she quickly grabbed a cup and poured it over Chen Youran's head.
"Ah..."
