The three of them quickly got up at the fastest speed.
They dodged the splattering soup.
Although they dodged it, they hadn't eaten much of the spicy hotpot yet, and the three of them stared at it for several seconds with tacit understanding.
Then, Gu Xingzhe took a step forward and looked towards the direction the shoe flew from with a stern face.
A few teenagers were standing over there, and there was someone lying on the ground, blocked by a few teenagers, making it hard to see that person's appearance.
It seemed like there was a fight.
But it was unclear how that shoe had flown over.
"Whose shoe?" Lu Xingzhe looked at the teenagers with a dark face.
One of the teenagers recognized Lu Xingzhe, swallowed hard, and silently took two steps back, "Young… Young Master Lu."
When the teenager spoke, the other teenagers' faces all changed.
