Yang Ming's sudden movement startled the two at the table, Little Shitou and his mom. Realizing he was being rude again, Yang Ming quickly spoke up, "Sister-in-law, please, continue eating. I wasn't targeting you."
Shitou's mom understood too; the other guy kept talking like that, no man would have tolerated it. She nodded and continued eating.
The man curled his lip, full of disdain, "Oh wow, why such a temper? Don't scare the beauty."
Yang Ming's eyes were cold, but his lips curled into a smile. It seemed like the man wasn't interested in eating, so Yang Ming decided to make that happen and reached out to grab the bowl from his hands.
Seeing Yang Ming going for his bowl, the man clutched it tightly, unwilling to let go, and cried for help, "Beauty, your husband is stealing my bowl."
Yang Ming didn't let go of the bowl either, a smile etched on his lips, he spoke coldly, "Even calling for your mom won't help you."
