If someone sends you a sound transmission, do you think you need to speak out loud thinking others can't hear?
If it were someone like Liu Rushi, a representative of the green tea performance art, Qin Yu would definitely think they did it on purpose. But Wan Xisha, dealings with her were a matter of mutual benefit; there was no reason to offend her. Qin Yu also considered herself not someone easily mocked by such individuals.
Accident?
Qin Yu felt that no matter which dungeon she encountered people in, the green tea content level reached ninety percent.
The rest were like Zhou Dundun, these steel simpletons.
Wan Xisha belonged to a gray area—Qin Yu was still unsure about her true background.
