The Yaya Boxing is truly sharp, a single set can degrade Li Qing to someone who's not even a man, narrow-minded.
This woman really has a sharp tongue.
Seeing Li Qing silent, Chen Chencheng chuckled lightly, "What, hit a sore spot?"
Li Qing said calmly, "Don't use your way of thinking to challenge normal people's intelligence."
As he spoke, he suddenly stood up and extended his hand.
Chen Chencheng's face slightly changed, "What, are you so mad you're about to hit someone?"
Li Qing took a napkin from the corner of the table to wipe his mouth, then sat back down.
"How could I dare touch you, I'm afraid I'd go broke buying hand sanitizer."
"You..."
"Waiter, check please!"
Looking at Chen Chencheng, whose face alternated between red and white, Li Qing said while paying, "Nice to meet you, I suppose we won't have anything to do with each other after this, no need to exchange contact info, this meal is on me."
"I don't need your charity!"
