"Ah-" Huanglian shouted, and his cell phone fell to the ground.

"All right, Coptis!" Zhuo Yihang hurried over, picked up the hands of Coptis chinensis and looked at it painfully.

"It's OK." Coptis chiseled its teeth, pulled back its hand, shook its head, but tightly twisted its eyebrows.

The man was so fierce that Huanglian only felt that his thumbs were about to break, and his face was red with pain, but he stared at the man without fear.

This is a public place, and she doesn't believe it. These hooligans are so bold.

It's just that some of the tables around their table, which had been eating hot pot...