"Does he think it's not good?"
"Does he think it's NOT GOOD?!!!"
The formidable founder of Mo Tea, Brother Xiong, watched as the very person he had copied threw out his own milk tea in front of him, tossing it into the trash can. His Taoist heart wavered, filled with inward fury.
So full oh, the Brown Sugar Milk Tea he had just discarded was oh so full.
Had he even taken three sips? Eh! Had he taken three?
If the word "original" on the Youu Tea screen stung him, then Cheng Zhu's just-now action wasn't just stinging, it was a freaking stab to the heart.
The most outrageous part was that he believed Cheng Zhu had no clue who he was and did not deliberately toss it for him to see; he probably really thought it wasn't as good as his own Youu Tea.
Zhou Jianxiong, boiling with rage, felt his throat dry from anger. Instinctively, he lifted the cup in his hand and took a big gulp of the roasted brown sugar bubble milk tea from Youu Tea.
