The entire mouthful of tea was spat right onto Yu Yuehan's chest!
His white shirt was instantly drenched and soaked in the green color of the tea…
Yu Yuehan: "…"
Nian Xiaomu: "…"
The air in the surroundings came to a standstill.
Even Lombardi and the assistant, who were seated at the same table, were shocked and remained in a daze for a while.
Their gaze shifted from Nian Xiaomu to Yu Yuehan.
Seeing his drop-dead gorgeous face turn darker and darker, it seemed like he was about to strangle Nian Xiaomu to death at the dining table…
Finally, Nian Xiaomu was snapped back to her senses by the frostiness around her.
She swiftly stood up and pulled out a piece of napkin to wipe off the tea on Yu Yuehan.
"Young Master, I didn't do it on purpose… It was a bit hot, and then you reminded me too late. That was why…" explained Nian Xiaomu incoherently.
"Are you blaming me?" Yu Yuehan enunciated every word slowly.