Lin Tian had been watching the scene, and he could hear every word Jian Qicai was saying quite clearly.
Seeing this, he remained calm as usual, simply picking up chopsticks and lifting a bone from the table.
Crack~
Before Jian Qicai's hand could touch Liou Qingcheng's hair, the bone had already accurately struck his wrist, leaving a dark bruise due to the force. His other hand, holding a wine glass, spilled its contents all over him.
Jian Qicai frowned in displeasure! Aside from the interruption of his womanizing, the pain in his hand, the grease on his wrist, and the wine soaking him—none were acceptable.
Before Jian Qicai could speak, the man who had been silently standing behind him locked eyes with Lin Tian.
Standing at just over 1.7 meters, his features and physique were ordinary, but he looked spirited in a crisp suit.
Despite his less imposing frame compared to Jian Qicai, this guy undeniably exuded a murderous aura.
