Zheng Ren was stunned to see fan Tianshui stab the straw into the young waiter's body.
Although the straw was a little hard, it was definitely not sharp. Sometimes, it could not even Pierce the soft paper packaging on the drink.
'It'll bend, right? habit definitely won't Pierce the tough skin,' Zheng Ren thought, a little puzzled.
He had said that he would Pierce the skin with a knife and then insert the soft tube in, but fan Tianshui had stabbed him directly.
However, the moment this thought appeared, Zheng Ren heard a hissing sound coming from the straw in less than a second.
This was the sound of the high - pressure air being released from a huge chest cavity.
"Is this okay? President Zheng?" Fan Tianshui was a little confused and honest.
He was afraid that he had done something wrong and asked in a low voice.
"..." Zheng Ren was speechless as he looked at the gas spewing out of the straw. He felt that everything was too surreal.
