The private room wasn't large, and with a few people fighting over there, it inevitably affected others, with the waiter unintentionally being hit a few times.
However, Ye Qingyou deliberately protected her, and those people couldn't get close to her.
Yang Yin was stunned, looking at him. Was this the Ye Qingyou she remembered, the one who only knew how to bury his head in books? She knew he had always had a habit of exercising, but was he really that good at fighting?
While contemplating, Ye Qingyou had already stylishly knocked someone to the ground.
At that moment, he was frowning while cleaning his hands, as being a doctor, having a cleanliness fetish seemed standard for them. Ye Qingyou frowned, looking at the blood stains on his hands, then turned to Yang Yin: "Do you have any wet wipes?"
The stuff on the dining table had long been destroyed.
Yang Yin instinctively responded: "Yes."
Upon finishing, she took out wet wipes from her bag and handed them to him.
