So Chen Feiqiu and the table, along with the leftover scraps, ended up crashing to the ground.
Bai Xiaosheng and the other two stared dumbfounded at the mess, quickly tossing aside their glasses and helping Chen Feiqiu up.
Chen Feiqiu's forehead, who knows where it got scraped, was bleeding.
Lin Weiwei quickly wiped it for him.
Though Chen Feiqiu was somewhat drunk, the pain woke him up, and he became furious, glaring at the person who bumped into him.
The man was also frightened, kept apologizing, and pointed at the people over there, saying, "They grabbed my stuff and pushed me over. Mister, it's not my fault."
Chen Feiqiu and Bai Xiaosheng's group immediately looked toward that crowd.
That group had a nonchalant attitude, even jeering, as if enjoying the spectacle.
"I'm so angry! I still have to go home, and now my face is messed up!" Chen Feiqiu fumed.
"Calm down first, we'll take care of it!" Bai Xiaosheng urged.
