Fu Xiao wiped his cheek with a darkened face, and seeing the fresh blood on his fingers, his complexion turned black as he grabbed the wine bottle from the table and hurled it towards Shen Yanhe.
"Damn it, you bitch, courting death!"
With no one around, Shen Yanhe did not hide her strength and easily caught the wine bottle Fu Xiao had thrown, saying, "Oh my, third uncle, how can you just throw wine bottles around like that?"
The next second, she returned the favor by smashing the bottle directly towards Fu Xiao. Her face showed panic, but her cat-like pupils held a smile, "What if it hit you?"
Fu Xiao had not expected that she would not only catch the bottle but also dare to throw it back at him. He was unable to dodge in time and was hit squarely on the head by the bottle with a "bang."
Not only did stars dance before his eyes, but he was also drenched in alcohol.
The once handsome and unrestrained man instantly became utterly disheveled.
