The bar was still noisy.
The guests were still drinking.
Men and women were still rocking on the dance floor.
The sound of the wine bottle being smashed was not enough to attract the attention of the public, and no one looked over.
Drip–drip–drip-
was the sound of wine dripping from the edge of the table to the ground. There was no smile on Rick's face, and his brothers froze!
Vicky was even more dumbfounded. She hadn't finished speaking yet. Why did the sharp weapon hit the aorta in her neck?
She didn't see it at all!
She was afraid!
"Kendall, you, what do you want?" Vicky's voice trembled.
"I want to educate you for your parents," Kendall said lightly,
"First, I am a guest invited by your father's wife. No matter where I come from, please pay attention to your manners.
