"Fuck, Ye, stop pretending here. Young Master Qin is..."
Wu Fang was infuriated.
It was bad enough Qin Feng called him a dog, now Ye Guichen humiliated him in front of so many people.
How could he swallow this?
But before he could finish, there was a swish.
Ye Guichen also flicked his hand, and two chopsticks flew out from his hand.
The next second, Wu Fang, who was just clamoring, seemed to be pushed back by a great force, leaning back as two streams of blood spurted out.
Before everyone could understand what was happening, Wu Fang let out a scream: "Ahhh, my hands, my hands!"
Everyone looked at Wu Fang's hands and gasped in shock.
Two chopsticks had penetrated Wu Fang's wrists, directly hitting the veins.
If the chopsticks were pulled out, Wu Fang would quickly bleed to death.
"This...this..." Many onlookers were so frightened they took several steps back.
Qi Nuan also covered her mouth in fear. If she wasn't sitting on Qin Feng's lap, she might have run away already.
