Luckily the room was big, otherwise with so many people here, there'd be no place to stand.
Yan Fei tossed Mr. Yang in front of the sofa, stepped on him, and held a few large apples as weapons, throwing one at anyone who tried to get up.
Soon enough, everyone was lying down amidst the crushed apple bits.
They were all quite obedient because Yan Fei meant what she said; if they shouted, she'd stomp down.
Meng Si'an, holding his phone, seemed unsure about what to do, and Xu Xiaoyan comforted him: "Don't call, let him deal with it!"
She's quite a qualified wife, with a big heart.
Meng Si'an finally recognized the saying "husband sings, wife follows," looking helpless: "Xiaohe and the others will arrive soon; is this really your plan?"
Yan Fei thought it through: "Let's just do this; what else can we do? If we let them go now and more people come looking for trouble later, we might miss our flight. It's not worth the delay for these people."
