"Screw you, you ungrateful bastard!" the man cursed loudly and reached for Lin Mengjie's neck.
Ye Qing frowned, utterly disgusted by the man's behavior. It was one thing to fail at hitting on someone, but to strike a girl was utterly unmanly!
Ye Qing casually pushed the table, its corner hitting the man in the waist. The man screamed in pain and fell to the ground.
"You dare lay a hand on me!" the man struggled to his feet, yelling, "Guys, help me out here!"
The men at the next table were already watching the scene. Seeing Ye Qing get involved, they had stood up and, at the call, rushed over with whatever they could grab, like bottles and chairs.
"Oh no, no fighting, please, not my tables!" the stall owner cried out in desperation, but it was useless.
