This side, Hua Yunliang saw trouble brewing and hurriedly tried to "put out the fire." He popped to his feet, reached across the table, held down the about-to-erupt Ye Feifei, and quickly played the part of a humble grandson, "No, no, no, Your Majesty the Queen, please calm your anger! Calm down, calm down... please don't get agitated, listen to my explanation first... please, calm down..."
At this moment, a sliver of relief flashed through Hua Yunliang's mind. Fortunately, he had smartly chosen a small booth that day, and his hands were long enough—almost like those of a gibbon. Otherwise, Ye Feifei might have really flipped the table over. If that happened out of his little house and others saw it, the façade of his title of Emperor of the Flourishing Beauty would be completely shattered! Oh ~ my god! (Covers face and cries...)
But these few sentences were nowhere near enough to quell the fury in Ye Feifei's heart!
