After Liu Bing'er stepped in, Zhou Yitian directly turned against Zhu Sikun, personally slapping Zhu Sikun and trying to drive him out with a stick.
Zhu Sikun clutched his swollen face, baffled: "Uncle Zhou, what's going on? If you don't explain, I'm not leaving."
Liu Bing'er said lightly, "Apologize before you leave."
Zhou Yitian immediately shouted angrily, "Did you hear that? Apologize to them quickly!"
The middle-aged man wasn't an idiot; by now, he realized he had made a big mistake. Zhou Yitian's outburst made it clear that Liu Bing'er was definitely not someone they could afford to provoke.
The middle-aged man, red with shame, walked up to Ning Xiaoyue and bowed: "I'm sorry, I was drunk earlier and offended you. Please forgive me."
Ning Xiaoyue, being kind-hearted, wasn't inclined to hold onto grudges and nodded with her lips pursed, accepting the middle-aged man's apology.
Liu Bing'er looked at Zhu Sikun: "Your turn."
