Touching This B*tch Would Only Dirty Your Hands

Yan Qingsi said, "Auntie, don't hold back, make her suffer to death..."

Mrs. Yue sneered. Of course, she would make her suffer. Again and again, Mrs. Helan had provoked her, she was seriously taking her as a fool! If Mrs. Yue did not flip it over today, then she was there for nothing.

Suddenly a wine bottle was handed before her. Mrs. Yue did not even look, she grabbed it, and smashed it onto Mrs. Helan's head. The red wine bottle shattered, and the wine and glass were all over the floor.

Mrs. Helan miserable scream stopped immediately, and blood streamed slowly down her head.

The others on the same table, backed away when they saw what just happened.

Yue Pengcheng's legs went weak immediately. Su Ningmei—how the hell had she gotten so scary now, even more so than the last time. This… this… was totally different than before. He suddenly had a thought to run.

Yan Qingsi saw blood and her eyes lit up. She almost yelped out in support!