C551 Apoplexy!

Yun Feng blushed. What literary talent? What dogshit poetry? If this was a good poem, then this young master would have wasted all these years of studying the Book of Virtue.

Towards this Teahouse Meeting, Yun Feng felt more and more pain. He had a feeling that this Teahouse Meeting was going to explode.

Entering the teahouse, Yun Feng and Wu Yiyi found a random empty table and sat down