"Feng Qing, you wild girl, little slut, go to hell!" Feng Jianing wiped off the things on her eyes, picked up a glass of fruit juice on the table, and splashed it on Feng Qing's face.
She had wanted Feng Qing to embarrass herself in public today, but she never expected that she would become a clown. She could not take this lying down even if she was beaten to death. Besides, Feng Qing had even beaten Cao Beining. Now, she had an excuse to counterattack.
Feng Qing's reaction was extremely fast. She quickly left her seat, picked up the plates in front of the chefs, and threw them at Feng Jianing. In terms of accuracy in throwing things, Feng Jianing couldn't compare to Feng Qing even if she practiced for another fifty years. This was because this was her original frisbee throwing technique. Within ten meters, she would hit wherever she pointed.
