IQ?
The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, suddenly seeing the teenage girl on the opposite side tugging at her baseball cap, slightly raising her chin, with a cocky curve at the corner of her mouth. She lightly touched her temple with her index finger and then spread her hands in a helpless gesture, full of sarcasm.
In an instant, the middle-aged man's anger shot to his head. He didn't care that the person opposite was a girl; he grabbed the chips on the table and threw them at the girl, yelling, "I...damn...your mother!"
Screams filled the room, even Qu Ming couldn't help but widen his eyes. When he realized the girl was the one he had just bumped into, he couldn't control himself and broke free from Wen Yang to squeeze to the front.
"Qu Ming!"
Wen Yang frowned. Ignoring the people chasing them, he quickly squeezed through the crowd, rushing towards Qu Ming.
