The arrogant and overbearing attitude was so startling that even the proprietress and the managers beside couldn't help but shudder, fearing he might flip the table at the slightest disagreement.
"Uh... Ji'an, Ji'an, don't be angry, what else would you like to order? Feel free to do so, today's on me, drink as much beer as you want." The proprietress hastily consoled, continuously giving Yun Mu suggestive glances, hoping he would quickly leave the place. If Yun Mu were to get injured later, the hotel would have an extra problem to handle.
"Order my ass, am I broke? Fuck!" Ji'an stood up and grabbed the proprietress by the throat, as if her words were a great insult to him.
"Bang"
"Bang, crash..."
Under the astonishing gazes of those around, a dish flew like a slam dunk, smashing straight onto Ji'an's head, shards embedding into his scalp and shoulders, blood gushing out.
