Chapter 528: How on earth do you want the

table to crash on the ground? Feng Zhiyuan's feet are wolf-stricken, his black leather shoes with pants and feet are soup and fish.

Feng Zhiyuan had never fought with anyone. He was an elegant scholar. The soup soaked his trousers'feet, and the fishy smell came into his nose in an instant, which made him blush with anger.

"You're going too far!"

Feng Zhiyuan said angrily.

His face sank and he thought that the man was sent by Xu Qingqing to smash his restaurant. His heart was full of hate and anger, more of which was disgust with Xu Qingqing's entanglement.

"You're...