Zhao Dong's brows instantly furrowed, his cold gaze falling on the man in a floral shirt sitting behind him.
Noticing Zhao Dong's stare, the man sneered. "Yo, pretty boy, what are you looking at? Got a problem?"
A strange smile touched Zhao Dong's lips. "So you're Wang Jing's cowardly ex-husband?"
"Cowardly ex-husband?" The man's face instantly darkened. "Wang Jing, it seems the things you say about me aren't very flattering, are they?"
Wang Jing's face was filled with fear. "No... I... I didn't say anything bad about you! We're leaving right now..." she stammered, pulling at Zhao Dong to get him to leave.
SMASH! The man grabbed a nearby beer bottle and slammed it down on the table. "I, Li Qing, didn't say you could leave. Who the fuck dares to move?"
At his words, seven or eight thugs immediately surrounded them, brandishing beer bottles.
"Fuck! Where did this bastard come from, daring to mess with Brother Qing's woman? You're asking to die!"
