Xia Yangyang had no mood to eat noodles.
Although since the incident happened, Xia Yangyang had barely eaten anything or drunk a sip of water.
But Xia Yangyang hardly felt anything.
Xia Yangyang saw Jiang Han.
The disappointment, the fury of being deceived, the worry about Xia Ye.
All emotions, like a volcano, were about to erupt.
Xia Yangyang directly grabbed Jiang Han's arm.
With a flip of the hand, it was a shoulder throw.
Right now, Xia Yangyang didn't have much strength at all.
Plus, Jiang Han's body was large.
Naturally, Jiang Han wasn't thrown to the ground.
But Jiang Han directly hit the table.
His back hit the edge of the table, making a dull sound.
It didn't seem light.
Xia Yangyang released Jiang Han and stepped back several paces.
Jiang Han frowned tightly.
Maintained the posture of being thrown for a while.
Finally, he propped himself up.
He moved slightly.
But his waist still hurt inside.
Even so, the corners of Jiang Han's mouth curled into a smile.
