She looked at the pool of dark red oil in front of her. Even if it wasn't gutter oil, who knew how many people had used it before?
There was a feeling of something lodged in her throat, as if wet, clingy rat fur was really stuck there.
She nearly vomited, pushed the beef back, and lost all appetite.
Xu Xiaoya had also read the remark. She took a sip of her chilled tea and said, "Xixi, why do I feel like throwing up too? This person is truly despicable."
"Haha, that guy's always got a foul mouth. There's no helping it. Come on, let's go. I'm not eating anymore."
The two of them paid the bill and left.
As they were leaving, Yan Xixi suddenly remembered Xu Xiaoya mentioning she had seen Wan Donglin. For some reason, an uneasy feeling crept over her.
Since the New Year, he hadn't bothered her. But who knew what he was thinking? She instinctively glanced around, terrified that guy would suddenly pop out like he had before.
