In an instant, the entire coffeehouse was in an uproar.
He Chen might not be perfect, but Yin Mo liked him.
He has a sharp tongue and is frivolous, but no one knows the hardships he's been through or the unseen sorrow behind him.
For a long time, Yin Mo had been holding back, but the taut string in her mind finally snapped.
He Chen didn't even have time to react, he only felt the woman beside him quickly flip the table, and the next second, the sound of a slap accompanied by a scream echoed in every corner of the hall.
The onlookers were dumbfounded, thinking that when women fight, shouldn't it be slapping and hair-pulling?
How could that exotic beauty, who seemed so quiet and gentle, move as if killing?
At this moment, He Chen was rubbing his forehead while Yun Lih hooked a chair and sat down, crossing his legs leisurely to watch the show, "Cheng Li learned kung fu?"
