C39 Vanity Fair

Although Fan Yao had already started to feel unsatisfied with Xue Gang's performance, he still politely made a cup of coffee for Xue Gang, as he was concerned about the reputation of the firewood.

"Pfft!" What is this? Can this even be called coffee? " Shay had just taken a sip of his coffee when he spat it all out.

"Mr. Xue, the conditions here are indeed a bit crude, but please forgive me