The atmosphere was tense, everyone feared the wrath of Yu Minglang.
But Chen Xiaoqian's attitude was as usual, she spoke to Minglang without any courtesy.
"What's the fuss? I know my own name, stop dawdling and go put my breakfast on the table! What are you looking at, if you keep staring, I'm going to get angry!"
Yu Minglang pursed his lips and angrily walked toward the table, vengefully throwing her breakfast onto it with force, exuding a vibe of 'I can't argue with you, but I can take it out on your breakfast' bravado!
"If you spill even a drop of the porridge, you'll be sleeping on the floor!" Chen Xiaoqian turned around, focused on signing for the flowers.
Yu Minglang instantly froze, while Yu Liumei and Narcissus both glanced at that tilted porridge box on the table...
