Crack!
The wine bottle shattered and the liquid inside splashed in all directions.
"Are you looking for death?"
Wu Xiaoshan twisted his head, looked at Young Master Liang, and issued a cold question.
Drops of bright red wine dripped tirelessly from his fist.
Young Master Liang, with a face full of shock, held the broken wine bottle as he looked at Wu Xiaoshan.
How is that possible?
Does he have eyes on the back of his head or what?
Just now, as the wine bottle was about to hit Wu Xiaoshan's head, the moment was imminent.
Wu Xiaoshan suddenly turned around and directly smashed the wine bottle with a punch.
"You won't be taking Xiaoxiao away today."
It took a while for Young Master Liang to regain his senses. He tossed aside the broken bottle in his hand and, while making threats, took out his phone to call for backup.
Wu Xiaoshan was in no rush; he walked back to the tea table, pulled out a few tissues, and wiped off the wine from his face and hand.
