Lin Yuanyuan had a temper, and when the heavily made-up woman had mocked her earlier as a phoenix in a chicken coop, she was already on the brink of exploding. Now, hearing the man curse at her, the last bit of dignity in Lin Yuanyuan's heart disappeared completely.
Before Lin Yuanyuan could lose her temper, Tang Youde reached out and pushed the man, angrily saying, "Wang Debiao, watch your damn mouth!"
"I cursed, so what? You got a problem with that? You think a bumpkin like you has the right to be displeased? Fuck!" Wang Debiao cursed disdainfully and contemptuously.
"Move aside." Lin Yuanyuan pulled Tang Youde away, took a bottle of wine, and smashed it towards Wang Debiao.
"Smash!"
The wine bottle made intimate contact with Wang Debiao's head with a crisp sound; the bottle shattered to pieces, Wang Debiao staggered, and blood flowed from his head.
The commotion was not small, and everyone in the private room turned their heads to look.
