Song Zhiqing nodded, "Okay. Eat quickly, the food will get cold soon. I'll take you home after you finish eating."
After dinner, Song Zhiqing sent Sun Jun back to Chuan Xiaoxiang. From the outside, the restaurant didn't look busy, with only two tables of customers. But as soon as the two entered, a wine bottle was thrown at them.
Seeing that the wine bottle was about to hit Sun Jun's head, Song Zhiqing quickly pulled Sun Jun to his side and blocked the bottle for her. The wine bottle hit the back of his shoulder, then fell to the ground and shattered into glass shards, making a harsh sound.
Song Zhiqing's face, which was originally smiling, suddenly turned cold and hard, and he looked in the direction where the bottle was thrown.
"Oh, Xiao Song, are you okay?" Sun Jun hurried to check Song Zhiqing's back.
Song Zhiqing shook her head to indicate that it was okay, and asked the waitress to take her behind the cashier counter, and she walked towards the table where the wine bottle was thrown.
Three drunken strong men, covered in flesh.
Xiaowei, the waitress behind her, said to Sun Jun, "Auntie, those people are drunk and haven't paid the bill. Just when I asked them if they wanted more dishes or soup, they started swearing and asked me to bring more wine. I brought them white wine, but they said it was fake and kept finding fault! I was just about to call the police when you came back! What do you think we should do? Should we call Sister Yunyun or the police?"
Sun Jun glanced at Xiaowei's legs, which were shaking with fear. "Don't be afraid, Xiaoru. Take Xiaowei to the back to rest for a while. I'll take care of it."
The throwing of the bottle scared away the guests at another table, who paid the bill and left quickly.
Sun Jun apologized profusely and offered a 50% discount. He then asked Xiaoru to secretly call the police.
Song Zhiqing had just walked up to the drunk and asked in a low voice, "Who threw the bottle?"
A cold and emotionless voice sounded, and the three drunks looked at him.
Then he opened his mouth wide, revealing his yellow teeth. "Hey, where did this gentleman come from? How dare you meddle in my business? Get out of here right now, or I'll get rid of you too! Waiter, bring me some wine. If you don't bring it to me, we'll smash your shop."
The three strong men stood up together and stood next to Song Zhiqing, who was 1.8 meters tall, and was slightly shorter than him.
Song Zhiqing smiled faintly, but the aura was indescribably cold. "Deal with me? Then I'll give you a chance."
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