The waitstaff immediately put away their phones but still curiously looked at the floor.
"Pull him off!"
Zhou Haiping was furious, and shouted with great difficulty.
The crowd quickly stepped forward, pulling the muddle-headed Xiaosun up, revealing the two men's bodies completely.
"Oh, come on! That's too small!"
"No wonder he likes men; turns out he's lacking in that area!"
Though their voices were small, Zhou Haiping could hear them clearly, his forehead veins nearly bursting with anger.
He gritted his teeth tightly, strained to pull up his pants, then his blood surged, and his head tilted as he fainted again.
"Oh my! He's fainted again, quick, call an ambulance, don't let him die in the shop."
After a chaotic commotion, Zhou Haiping and Xiaosun were both carried onto the ambulance.
Meanwhile, Yang Cheng and Kong Lingwen returned to the villa; the two sat in the living room having a late-night snack and sipping expensive wine, very leisurely.
