Liu Zhizhong pretended to be clueless and said, "Mr. Xuan, what are you talking about? What's going on?"
"What's going on? I freaking... I freaking..." Qian Xuan rolled his eyes at Liu Zhizhong, shook his head, and gulped down the tea in front of him.
"Pffft! Spit, spit, spit..."
Qian Xuan suddenly spat the tea out, then with his tongue stinging, he kept spitting for a long while, in extreme agony, tears streaming down his face.
Liu Zhizhong didn't know whether to cry or laugh, "My dear sir, that tea was just made with 80-degree boiling water, you..."
Qian Xuan's face turned painfully red, and he felt utterly miserable, shaking his head while wiping his mouth and the tea on the table with tissue.
"Damn it, I brought up Feng Xiaoyue's crappy marriage and couldn't control my emotions. Ah... It burned me to death, damn..."
