Mr. Liu remained calm in the face of adversity. Even when the other party had malicious intentions, he remained reasonable and restrained.

"This teahouse doesn't specify who can come and who can't. Since the door is open, if you can come, I can come too."

Young Master Liu said slowly.

"Look at how poor you are," the man, dressed in fine clothes, said with a sharp tone, "everything you own can't even buy a cup of tea here. Don't hang around here and bother people. Maybe the street stalls are where you should go."

Young Master Liu pursed his lips, pinched the hem of his clothes with his fingers, and said nothing for a long time.

If that person had used other words to attack him, he could still make a few excuses, but this person started by humiliating him by saying he was poor, and he didn't know how to refute him.

The other party was right. He was poor and could not even afford a cup of tea here. Not only that, he was still alive thanks to the proprietress Miss Lin. Otherwise, he would have turned into a corpse long ago.

After a moment of silence, Master Liu stood up and was about to leave with the basket in his hand.

"I think you're the one who's annoying here!" Lin Qingqing came down the stairs with her veil covering her face. She stared at the young man in gorgeous clothes and said in a cold tone, "I won't sell you my tea. Get out."

When Master Liu heard Lin Qingqing's voice, a look of surprise appeared on his face, as if he didn't expect her to appear at this time.

The young man who had been so complacent and aggressive just now now had a face as pale as liver.

"You're open for business, why are you kicking me out? It's not like I can't afford your tea!"

The young man took out a gold leaf from his pocket and threw it on the counter, saying loudly: "I want the most expensive tea you have here!"

If someone else had seen this golden leaf, their eyes would have lit up long ago. However, Lin Qingqing's expression didn't change at all. She said impatiently, "I told you I won't sell you any tea. Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

"What did you say?"

Lin Qingqing had completely lost her patience and glanced at the shopkeeper next to her: "Throw him out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the shopkeeper immediately called two people to come up and lift the young man up and drag him out.

The young man felt extremely humiliated and struggled while shouting, "I am the young master of the Chen family cloth shop. How dare you do this to me?"

Lin Qingqing sneered, as if she had heard a funny joke.

A spectator nearby said, "Even if an imperial official were to act recklessly here, he would still be thrown out. How dare a small cloth shop speak so arrogantly here?"

The man moved his lips but dared not say anything.

He had heard that this teahouse was a place of hidden talents and that many dignitaries from the capital often frequented it, so he wanted to come here and make some friends.

Today was his first time here. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a ragged man sitting in the corner. He thought to himself: Is this kind of person worthy of being in the same place with me?

So he couldn't help it.

Who would have thought that the proprietress would be like a lunatic, throwing out a spender like me and keeping the poor guy instead.

The young master of the cloth shop didn't react until the money was thrown onto the street. However, he didn't have the nerve to yell at the people inside. He couldn't afford to lose face, so he could only hide his face and run away in shame.

The teahouse suddenly became quiet without the troublemaker. Young Master Liu, who had been standing in the corner, also nervously clenched the basket in his hand.