The fruit platter was picked clean by He Qing and his companions, leaving behind nothing but two palm-sized, green watermelon slices and a mess of juices and toothpicks.
In a fit of rage, the middle-aged woman poured it all over him like a chef packing up a rice dish with too much broth—especially messy.
In that instant, the men sitting huddled in the corner all jumped to their feet, their fascinated expressions changing to outrage as they regained their senses and exclaimed indignantly, "What are you doing?!"
The man in the very corner slowly wiped the sticky juice off his face and looked at the familiar woman before him, feeling utterly humiliated as he asked resentfully, "Cuiping, why did you come?!"
"Why did I come?!!"
The one called Cuiping was none other than the leader, the woman in the red lace dress.
