Ye Xiong walked into the line and continued to queue up as if nothing had happened just before.
After a while, it was finally his turn, and he politely asked the lady serving food, "Auntie, can I get two servings of rice now?"
The lady serving the rice nodded repeatedly, not daring to say a word of refusal.
This guy, clearly even more ruthless than Luo Gang, yet he puts on a polite facade, really speechless.
"That's good, otherwise I'd have to queue up all over again." Ye Xiong said happily.
Back at his seat, Zhang Xiaoyan stared at Ye Xiong, her eyes almost popping out onto the floor.
"Why did you use your feet instead of your hands when you hit Luo Gang just now?" Zhang Xiaoyan asked curiously.
"Xiao Qiao said I can't use my hands. I always listen, so I had to use my feet," Ye Xiong explained.
Zhang Xiaoyan had an incredulous expression on her face.
"Would you die if you didn't pretend?" Yang Xiaoqiao scolded.
