"Ugh, that stinks!"
Yue'er wrinkled her nose in disgust, waving her hand in front of her face to fan away the odor. Yet her eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched the men, their faces flushed crimson.
Hearing the sound, the crowd below stared in shock, murmuring among themselves: "Those men in brocade robes must be Young Masters from noble families. How could they fart in public? Utterly rude."
Among them, the lecherous-looking man in brocade heard the murmurs below. A flash of shame and anger crossed his eyes, and in the next moment, he hastily cast a sound-blocking barrier.
After Yue'er summoned the waiter to settle the bill, she left with a look of disgust, covering her nose and mouth. Her expression made those brocade-clad Young Masters wish they could sink into the ground.
