No one saw what Lin Hanxing did, but he zhehan knelt on one knee on the ground!
The veins on his forehead were bulging and his face was flushed red. He was clearly enduring the pain.
"You should be glad that your hand didn't fall on my shoulder!"
In an instant, Lin Hanxing's lazy expression changed.
Fu Shuang's eyes were filled with maliciousness. Her gaze passed over he zhehan, who was still struggling to hold on, and fixed on Luo Wensu's face.
Although he was speaking to he zhehan, Luo Wensu fully accepted the chill!
Everyone was silent.
Rong Shiyu only felt his heart in his throat.
His palms were covered in cold sweat.
The head waiter was hesitating whether to call the security Department over.
"Please take us to the private room."
Lin Hanxing said coldly as the frost in his eyes disappeared.
It was as if she wasn't the one who could kill with her eyes.
"Um ... Okay ..."
