A strong sense of oppression followed.
The pockmarked Wang Dajie had to look up at Xiaowa, his voice somewhat shaky, "Jing Mo, what are you trying to do? You can't possibly be thinking of hitting someone in public, can you?"
"Which shoulder was dislocated?" Xiaowa asked in a monotone.
"What?" Wang Dajie was startled.
Then, he immediately clutched his left arm, wailing with pain.
"My left arm, she dislocated my left arm, she needs to accompany me to the hospital for a CT scan, you don't need to go. Seeing your coffin face repulses me."
Just then, Lu Sirong and Sun Jingjing arrived at the second cafeteria and saw from a distance Lu Fengxuan surrounded by a group of people.
The man opposite her was yelling, and they didn't know what had happened.
"Wait." Lu Sirong stopped Sun Jingjing, eyeing the situation and said, "Let's figure out what's going on before we go over."
Sun Jingjing did as she was told and found a nearby seat to sit down.
