At the moment when the chaos began, Lin Bingqiao shielded Wang Zhiping and retreated to the corner.
From the front view, her slender body could barely cover more than half of Wang Zhiping, yet she stood perfectly straight.
Teapots, teacups, teabowls—anything that came close to her was knocked aside, turning into a pile of shards.
Meanwhile, Xiao Feng, Pei Dengke, and Qi Guanghe were all observing the battle from the back, not getting involved personally.
At this point, Qi Guanghe, enraged beyond measure, grabbed Xiao Feng by the collar and demanded, "Wang Zhiping has already apologized, why did you have to say those things?"
"Was I wrong?" Xiao Feng said with an unchanged expression, speaking confidently, "Between brothers, shouldn't we be frank and loyal?
Backstabbing, mocking, and scheming against each other—can you call that brotherhood?
Does that deserve to be called brotherhood!"
A string of questions left Qi Guanghe dumbfounded.
