The others fared even worse.
Some of the slower ones had bruises on their faces. Xiaolan's leg had been broken by broken glass, and she was pale with pain. Bei Mingtian's expensive suit had been cut, and Qiu Qiu was the worst—
As his seat was close to the door and he was a little drunk and slow to react, he didn't dodge at all. A piece of glass smashed into his back, cutting through his clothes and embedding itself in his back.
Blood ran down his shirt and stained the stool.
Gu Qiqi frowned. "Who is so rude and unreasonable? Is he your business rival?"
As she spoke, she jumped down from Gong Jue's arms and treated Qiu Qiu's wound immediately.
Qiu Qiu gritted his teeth and said in a muffled voice, "No…"
He wanted to explain but was too embarrassed to do so.
