Ying Polang nodded and drank all the wine in his glass.
But in the next second, Luo Qian suddenly threw the drink on him.
Ying Polang's upper body immediately became wet.
He frowned and just put down the wine glass when he saw Luo Qian suddenly grabbed a fruit knife next to him and stabbed Ying Polang fiercely.
"You go to hell!"
Angry shouts rang out.
Ying Polang immediately reached out and grabbed Luo Qian's wrist.
But even so, the front half of the fruit knife still penetrated into Ying Polang's abdomen.
Blood flowed out.
"What?"
The whole audience was shocked.
"Bitch!"
Hong Mian was furious and immediately rushed over and slapped Luo Qian hard on the face.
Snap!
Luo Qian was knocked to the ground, with a bright red slap mark on her cheek.
"Young Master Ying!"
"Master Ying! Are you okay?"
"Asshole, Luo Qian, are you crazy?"
"You stinky bitch, what's wrong with you!"
People surrounded Ying Polang and yelled angrily at Luo Qian.
Wen Hai's face was extremely gloomy. He walked quickly towards Ying Polang and took a look at Ying Polang's injuries. Fortunately, he didn't stab any important parts, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Young Master Ying, I will arrange for someone to treat you immediately." Wen Hai said.
"It's okay, it's just some skin injuries. I'll ask someone to bandage them."
Ying Po Lang said calmly and stood up.
People all dispersed.
Ying Polang walked up to Luo Qian, who was still lying on the ground, and stared at her condescendingly.
Luo Qian's eyes were still full of anger.
"I like your look very much, but I don't like your personality very much!" Ying Polang said lightly, suddenly raised his foot and stepped directly on Luo Qian's palm.
"ah...."
Luo Qian let out a miserable cry.
The severe pain made her almost faint.
"You just used this hand to stab me with a knife, right?" Ying Polang said calmly.
When he moved his feet away, Luo Qian's slender jade fingers were already bloody and miserable.
"I will kill you, I will definitely do it!" Luo Qian shivered in pain and was shaking even as she screamed.
"It's a pity you didn't have the chance."
Ying Polang waved his hand and said calmly: "Brother Wen, I'll go down and bandage it first. You can take this woman down first, and then hand her over to me after my injury gets better. Is that okay?"
"no problem!"
Wen Hai nodded immediately and waved his hand: "Immediately arrange for the best doctor to treat Young Master Ying. In addition, this bitch should be locked up for me first!"
"Young Master Wen, how do you explain to Elder Qisu?" the person next to him asked cautiously.
"There's no need to explain. It's Young Master Ying who was offended. What dare she say?" Wen Hai waved his hand.
Young Master Ying was quickly taken down.
Luo Qian was also locked up in the small courtyard again, with no one to treat her.
Luo Qian sat in the room with disheveled hair, her eyes full of despair.
At this time, she had only one idea.
That is death.
She simply bandaged her little hand, walked to the yard with disheveled hair, and looked around.
Suddenly, Luo Qian's eyes were startled and she looked at the south side of the yard.
