"Bang!"
In front of the window of a second-floor box in the Celebrity Clubhouse, Dai Zhefeng's looked at the scene with blue veins bulging on his forehead and a gloomy look on his face. He did not even know that he had crushed the glass in his hand. And his red blood dripped down mixed in with red wine.
Xiaoyao looked at him with no expression and was disappointed with him again. She had said that he should not play these little tricks, but Dai Zhefeng did not listen. Now he had hurt himself by his own doing. He had not only let the rascal get the advantage, but he had also completely offended Xiao Nuo.
There was pity in Mosquito's eyes and she hurriedly stepped forward to hold his b****y hand while shouting, "Waiter, get some sterilized cotton and gauze."
Dai Zhefeng felt greatly
