As soon as Zhan Yunxiao entered the bar, he saw Xia Luo sitting on the sofa. Because her left leg was in a cast, that leg was propped up on the table in front, looking ridiculous and funny.
What made Zhan Yunxiao angry was, even in this state, she still dared to flirt with a man?
On her right sat a young boy, who was delicately handsome, sitting beside Xia Luo, peeling an orange for her.
Xia Luo smiled so widely that her eyes narrowed into slits.
The boy fed the orange to Xia Luo's mouth, and Xia Luo actually reached out and grabbed his hand, looking lively like an old pervert.
Zhan Yunxiao was furious and walked over to kick the table away.
"Ahhh, my leg." Xia Luo screamed.
Her leg, which was in a cast, was still propped on the table.
"You still remember your leg? At a time like this, how dare you flirt with a man?" Zhan Yunxiao angrily reprimanded her.
The young boy was also frightened by Zhan Yunxiao, his face turning pale with fear.
