Zhang Yuan's wine glass had not yet tipped over when the bottle of red wine exploded directly, hitting Zhang Yuan on the head. Zhang Yuan screamed in pain and fell back.
Red liquid flowed down from his head. It was unclear whether it was blood or wine, but Zhang Yuan's crying continued.
Everyone was stunned. No one expected Xu Yan to move so quickly, Zhang Yuanxian's hand was still hurting.
Lin Qianyi's lips also twitched slightly. He looked at Xu Yan in disbelief, obviously surprised that this powerful psychologist could fight.
Not to mention, even Xu Yan himself was astonished. In that moment, his reaction speed and strength had greatly improved.
Finally, he could only thank Golden Finger as he slowly walked towards Zhang Yuan, lowered his head, and said coldly:
"I don't expect anything, but I don't think any cat or dog can tell me what to do."
