Xia Xiaonuan smiled and pretended to be confused, "Is there...?"
"Why are you guys here?" Nangong Feihong raised an eyebrow and asked.
"Why can you come here but we can't? My Feng wanted to eat meat skewers today, so I brought him here!"
As soon as Yuwen Rouyu finished speaking, a young man sitting at the next table, who was drinking beer,
"Pfft—" He spat out the beer, spraying it on the guy opposite him.
"Damn, are you crazy?" The guy opposite him cursed and hurriedly wiped himself with napkins.
Seeing this, Yuwen Rouyu angrily slammed the table and glared at the guy, "What the hell do you mean?"
"No... Sorry, my apologies." The guy saw how imposing Yuwen Rouyu's table looked, and awkwardly apologized.
"Alright, it's just a cough, and you're already edgy. Damn, you're even more hot-tempered than me!" Nangong Feihong swore.
