"Pfft!"
Lu Yuanming felt like he was going to cough up blood, it was you who insisted on drinking! What does it have to do with me?
When Ye Chenfeng turned his head again, he saw Lu Yuanming with a face engulfed in dark air, as if someone owed him billions and refused to pay back.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you? Who has upset you? Or has someone owed you money? I'll help you beat him up!" Ye Chenfeng said with a generous look.
Lu Yuanming: "..."
Who else could it be but you?
Lu Yuanming suspected that Ye Chenfeng was doing it on purpose, he wasn't drunk at all.
But now that Yao Rui was so fond of Ye Chenfeng, whatever he said, she wouldn't listen to him—swallowing one's teeth in frustration was an apt description of the feeling!
Yao Rui had prepared a table full of delicious food and kept heaping dishes onto Ye Chenfeng's plate at the table, which truly made Lu Yuanming so angry he could practically snatch his breath back.