Sun Jierui, who was at the back of the crowd, peeked around. Seeing he was about to leave, he hurriedly turned around and casually swung his backpack, seemingly hitting someone or something.
A scream erupted suddenly.
Then, glass cups hit the ground one after another, shattering with crisp, repeated sounds.
"Oh, my God!"
The manager of the restaurant, who had personally been carrying a tray over, looked at Sun Jierui in horror, at the shining fragments on the floor, and the wine gushing out from the broken bottle, flowing wantonly on the ground.
He had clearly kept his distance, but unexpectedly Sun Jierui had a "long-range attack," which caught him off guard.
In his shock, Sun Jierui also realized that it was entirely his responsibility.
"Sorry, very sorry! Everything that's broken, I'll take responsibility!" Sun Jierui yelled.
