The scene stunned everyone. Zhang Chengzhi was completely dumbfounded, and a moment later, his face filled with terror.
"Ah! My face!"
"Quick, get me a towel and some water!" he shrieked, clutching his face and desperately looking behind him for help.
But those behind him scattered as if fleeing the plague.
"Xiao Zhang, don't come over here!"
"Right, you'll infect us!"
"Just stand where you are and don't move!"
The woman grew even more frantic. She rushed over, pleading, "Young Master, what's happened to my son? Please, you have to save him!"
Zhang Chengzhi felt he was cursed with the worst luck imaginable; he was in no state to care about some child.
"Get away from me!" he screamed.
He shoved the woman to the ground, then stumbled over and grabbed the tablecloth to frantically wipe his face.
