"I felt a bit uncomfortable in my stomach, so I went to the bathroom," Wang Lingling carefully handed the milk tea to Mu Yiyao with both hands.
Because of the incidents online, Mu Yiyao was in a good mood and didn't pick on Wang Lingling. She took the milk tea, took a sip, then immediately spat it out, "Why does it taste wrong?"
Wang Lingling trembled as she spoke: "The popular shop you wanted is too crowded, and it takes a long time to queue. I was worried you'd wait too long, so I bought a similar-tasting one from another shop."
Having waited so long for a fake, Mu Yiyao's repressed anger burst out suddenly. She threw the milk tea at Wang Lingling, "Useless! You can't even buy a decent milk tea, what's the point of having you?"
The milk tea cup shattered, drenching Wang Lingling.
