"Sorry," Wang Yao said with a faint smile.
"Forget it."
Li Shaoyang's face suddenly become somewhat ghastly. His stomach started to churn again.
This is bad!
He hurriedly ran to the nearest washroom.
He had not gone into the washroom yet, but the inside of his abdomen was churning badly. He could not defecate, so he vomited instead.
A large volume of liquid spurted from his mouth like a fountain and it sprayed onto the face of a middle-aged man.
He also could not care to apologize to the man, or he did not even think about apologizing. He used the wall as a support and started throwing up.
The man glared at him upon seeing the situation. He could also only admit that he was unlucky.
He vomited all the things he ate.
Thud. He collapsed onto the floor and had a close contact with the ground. It was the washroom. The floor was not very clean with some urine left. It happened to be glued onto his face.
