The man struggled on the ground a few times, covered his bleeding mouth, and slowly stood up.
He clearly felt that something had tripped him before, causing his fall. On getting up, he immediately looked around, and in no time, his gaze fell on Chen Yang.
It was too apparent. Everyone else on the seats was sitting down, and those who had been standing there had moved away, leaving only Chen Yang standing there, which made the man suspicious.
Others might not voice out their suspicions, but the man, not caring about others' opinions and placing his feet on the seat, damaging his own image, certainly had no such inhibitions.
He went over to Chen Yang, and with a stern face, asked, "Was it you who tripped me earlier?"
Now, the man's image was pitiful. His face had the scratch marks made by a woman just now, his mouth was torn, and there were teeth marks on his arm and shoulder. Anyone who saw him would shake their heads, unable to bear the sight.
