After saying that, she went to take a sip from her straw, the man suddenly jumped up from the ground, reaching out to snatch it, "Give me back my milk tea!"
Xu Qiaoqiao dodged and couldn't help but laugh, "Whose milk tea?"
"Mine!"
The man acted like a mischievous child, completely lacking the solemnity a fifty-year-old man should have. After saying that, he lunged toward her, trying to snatch the drink.
Xu Qiaoqiao lifted the milk tea higher, dodging him once again.
"It's clearly mine!"
"It's mine!" The man shouted unreasonably and lunged again.
They turned into a scrambling mess, the man trying his best to snatch the milk tea, Xu Qiaoqiao pushing him away with all her might.
Xu Qiaoqiao's hand had pushed his face out of shape, but he still continued to fight for the milk tea...
As their argument heated up, their ruckus eventually attracted people's attention.
She heard Uncle Rong, the butler, calling out, "Who's over there?"