"Big brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it wasn't on purpose."
"Looking for death!"
The stalwart man swung his fist, large as a sandbag, toward his face.
Jiang Liang shrank back in terror, hastily covering his head with both hands, "I really didn't mean it, I just wanted to get a drink for my wife."
At the mention of his wife, the stalwart man immediately thought of Xia Weibao's stunningly beautiful face.
After exchanging glances with his friends, he sneered lewdly.
Then he let go of Jiang Liang, slapping his shoulder in a brotherly fashion, "Buddy, I'm not an unreasonable man. How about this: you stained my clothes, so let your wife play with us brothers for a bit, and we'll call it even, otherwise..."
As he spoke, he grabbed a wine bottle from the table, smashed it down with a bang, and broke it.
Jiang Liang's face was a mask of panic.
"No way, she's my wife!"
The stalwart man punched Jiang Liang in the face, "Don't fucking act so proud!"
