At this moment, a few male classmates beside Li Qingwei exchanged glances, then coldly advanced towards Zhao Chi.
Zhao Chi glanced at them, casually picked up the wine bottle from the table next to him, and with a "snap," he smashed it hard against the table. As the premium glass shattered, Zhao Chi, holding the sharp neck of the bottle, looked coldly at Li Qingwei and the other approaching male students and said harshly, "Fuck your mothers, bullying my niece, I haven't even settled the score with you yet, and you have the guts to raise your hands? Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now?"
Seeing Zhao Chi turn fierce, Li Qingwei and the others froze in place, a hint of panic crossing their faces. They might be spoiled and ill-behaved, but after all, they were still students.
