Bao Datong dragged the cursing Song Zhiyu away.
Liu Ning, furious, kicked a wine cup flying and said angrily, "Look at him, still complaining, shameless! If you can't play, don't play, and yet you still complain. Does he think he's a three-year-old child? Why doesn't he shout for milk instead."
"Forget it, let's assume he's in a bad mood, and let it go." No one dared to speak recklessly anymore.
Liu Ning let out a sarcastic snort, "The marriage isn't even settled yet, and he's already protecting like this. He calls that a bad mood? I think he's quite willing. I knew it, that kid has heavy tastes, likes to be dominated... Mmmph."
Everyone covered his mouth tightly, feeling like they wanted to die, you may not be afraid of death, but we are, we have wives and kids at home. If Song Laosi really complained against us, we'd all be finished.
That Song Laosi, when he gets forceful, doesn't listen to reason.
