"Miss Him" 

Lai Jiayi wanted to grab Zhao Yang's head and spurt water to his face, but the girl endured.

'Okay, calm down, I can't lower the barometer.'

Thankfully, at that time, there weren't a lot of customers, despite this time being lunchtime. So, no one really paid attention to Zhao Yang's shouting or whatever he did before.

But, after Zhao Yang and Lai Jiayi tried to stay calm, no one spoke.

….

Silence filled the group. Zhao Yun stared at Zhao Yang's red face next to him and looked at Lai Jiayi across Zhao Yang. The girl was patiently wiping off her face, but one could see her face was so dark.

She looked like she's about to kill someone with that dark aura around her.

'...uh...uncle, you do know that you just spurt your tea to miss, right?'

Zhao Yun had a wry smile on his face.

'Okay, I think my uncle will not apologize for that. Should I...just move on from this conversation about them fighting? Is it a landmine?'