"Forgive me, young master, I will drink!"
The woman, on the verge of tears, walked over to pick up the wine cup on the table, intending to pour a drink to apologize to Mr. Mei.
But the other party's face darkened, full of impatience, and he directly waved his sleeve.
"I told you to get lost, didn't you hear?"
"Bang"
The woman flew backward, colliding with the screen, breaking it into pieces, and she immediately passed out.
"Ah"
The singing girls let out a scream, but Mr. Mei's gaze silenced them. They quickly carried the unconscious woman away and left the room.
Meanwhile, the other men in the room witnessed all of this with indifferent expressions.
"Brother Zi Qi, forget it. You've vented your anger. Does it matter whether you wear that armor or not? It's just as well, a bit more freedom. The rules in the military camp are too many, staying there feels uncomfortable." A fellow at the table consoled him.
