The next second, Jing Peng's entire face twisted!
The waiter saw his handsome face suddenly becoming distorted and was startled: "Young Master Jing, you… what's wrong with you?"
Jing Peng tightly clutched the shirt over his chest.
Damn Tang Huai, he must take revenge!
"Young Master Jing, you… what's actually wrong?" The waiter stepped forward, anxiously looking at Jing Peng.
Could something have happened to him?
Might he die here? If he dies here, should she be responsible?
"It hurts so bad…" Jing Peng continued to clutch the fabric over his chest.
The waiter focused on his hand, thinking he had chest pain, and was startled: "Young Master Jing, do you… do you have a heart condition?"
"I… I'm injured here."
Upon hearing this, a flash of inspiration struck the waiter, and she quickly sat down next to Jing Peng, grabbing his hand: "Is the injury serious? Should I take you to the hospital?"
"No… no need…"
"Then should I help you with medication?"
