The Idle King could no longer tolerate it.
He picked up the cup in his hand and threw it viciously at Qin Zhen.
Seeing his stance and the thickness of the cup, had it landed on someone's body, particularly on the delicate skin of a tender woman, it would surely have caused bruising and internal injuries, and might even have left scars.
It was evident that the Idle King was truly enraged.
Never before had he found Qin Zhen so insufferable, so nauseating!
Following a soft "tsk,"
Qin Zhen lifted both feet onto the chair, and the cup instantly exploded into pieces at her feet, scattering fragments everywhere.
Qin Zhen looked at the Idle King, "Crude!"
"Truly crude!" she couldn't help but repeat.
The Idle King, seeing that he hadn't hit his target, vented his anger outward, "Is everyone dead? Can't you hear what I'm saying, drag this vermin out of here for me!"
His fat hand pointed at Qin Zhen through the air.
One vermin after another.
