"If you verbally attack me again next time, it won't be as simple as shooting a bowl!" Xiao Yao paused for a moment, flung his hand, and the chopstick flew towards that dumbass girl, grazing by her left ear and embedding itself into the hard wall behind, with only about a centimeter of the chopstick tip visible – and that was intentionally left by Xiao Yao, "it will be in your head!"
After saying this, Xiao Yao didn't care how others reacted, and Zhang Mingming walked directly through the crowd towards the door.
Bang, bang, bang, the sounds of various bowls, chopsticks, and other heavy objects they were holding fell to the ground, everyone was frozen in shock, motionless.
