A torrent of invective flowed like clouds and water, vivid and intense. The café was silent enough to hear a pin drop. Everyone stared wide-eyed and mouth agape at Wen Tongyao, utterly in awe of her—how dare she scold their young master like that! She must really think her life is too long!
But what happened next shocked them even more, the sound of jaws dropping filled the café—their young master not only didn't get angry but also coaxed gently, "I'm sorry, cousin. I didn't know you were here, did I? If I had known, I wouldn't have dared to kick you out, would I?"
Wen Tongyao glared at him. Her gaze suddenly caught sight of people entering the door, carrying flower baskets, then scattering petals throughout the café—and more extravagantly, there were several maid-like people spraying disinfectant into the air!
The most expensive, most rare disinfectant, a bottle worth a small family's three years of living expenses, just being sprayed in this gigantic café!
