"Ah."
Lan Xin Ai frowned slightly.
Xi Yemo finally noticed that the little woman's arm had been cut, a wound bleeding continuously.
Someone immediately rushed over to apply medicine and stop the bleeding for Lan Xin Ai.
Xi Yemo's gaze shifted, and he stared murderously at the man in the gray suit across from him.
The man was terrified, his knees gave way, and he dropped to the ground directly: "It wasn't me, it wasn't me, someone pushed me."
Before he could finish speaking, his entire body flew out, crashing into the dining table, and the food on the table landed all over him.
"Young Master Xi, spare me, spare me, it wasn't me, it really wasn't me." The man, despite his pain, ignored it and looked at Xi Yemo full of fear.
The others didn't dare to make a sound, not even utter a single word.
