Cheng Yuhuan shook her head honestly: "Yes, I don't believe it."
"If you don't believe it, fine," Chen Feng said indifferently, picking up the tea Guo Mengyao had just poured for him and drinking it all in one go.
This kind of traditional tea cup isn't big, so it's normal for a thirsty man to drink the whole cup in one gulp.
Seeing Chen Feng's attitude, Cheng Yuhuan felt somewhat annoyed and mocked contemptuously: "That's really gulping."
After glancing at her, Chen Feng asked, "Did you trick me into coming here just to ask about the lottery winnings?"
Cheng Yuhuan was initially stunned and then said angrily, "Who tricked you into coming? You came because you were worried about Mengyao, didn't you?"
Upon hearing her explain, Chen Feng realized he had correctly guessed Cheng Yuhuan's method.
Annoyed, Chen Feng said, "How do you know I'm worried about Mengyao?"
Cheng Yuhuan was at a loss for words.
