She wouldn't want to be with me, so does that mean she'd want to be with you? Mo Siyu flared up, narrowing his eyes slightly. Taking this chance, Zhao Ziyin struggled out of his embrace. Cheng Wanli saw him let Zhao Ziyin go and thought he had succeeded in persuading him, so he cheerfully stepped forward, reaching for Zhao Ziyin's slender waist: "Miss Zhao, don't be afraid, I'll protect..."
Before he could finish the word "you," Mo Siyu suddenly stepped forward and punched him in the forehead!
With a loud "bang," Cheng Wanli was hit in the forehead and his whole body flew backward, landing on the table, crashing all the cups, plates, and bowls to the ground!
With a "crash," everything on the table was overturned, and all the dishes and soup were spilled! Cheng Wanli had never been in such a sorry state in his life, covered in the soup from the table, his designer suit was utterly ruined, and even a few strands of tomato and egg soup clung to his hairstyle.
