"Ugh...blegh!"
Lin Zifeng stood up, his face covered in a vomit-inducing yellowish mess, and immediately started throwing up.
"Wow, Little Lin, what's up with the puking? You aren't pregnant, are you?"
Ye Xuan called out exaggeratedly, his voice loud, changing Lin Zifeng's face as he was vomiting.
Pff...
The crowd couldn't help but snicker, almost bursting out laughing.
That Ye Xuan really had a sharp tongue, mocking the vice CEO of Eastern Group for being pregnant—how could Lin Zifeng stand it?
Lin Zifeng's face turned an iron blue, and he glared fiercely at Ye Xuan, feeling like he couldn't stay a moment longer.
Amid the crowd's odd gazes, he turned and left, utterly embarrassed!
Not only had he been slapped in public today, but he had also fallen face-first into 'dog shit'—he had never been so humiliated.
But he was really feeling down—damn, was he cursed or something? Why else would he always fall every time he saw this dude?
