Mental Collapse
Qin Liffei could tell from the way he was acting all camp that he was no good bird.
"Fuck off! You trying to teach me how to dengdualang too? I'll punch you to death!"
Qin Liffei waved his fist, looking plenty imposing.
The other man did not dare linger and hurried away.
Going to the internet café to have a look, helping some people pry apart families.
Qin Liffei spat.
"Damn it, you sick pervert. This is the Imperial Capital, not..."
After cursing for a while, he leaned against the side and waited.
He refused to believe that Shen Wuxiao's people in the shadows could outlast him.
He was one hundred percent certain that someone was watching him from the shadows.
Time slipped away quietly.
One in the morning, two, three, four.
The horizon had already begun to brighten.
Qin Liffei slept leaning against the side.
He never left.
Soon, it was seven, eight, then nine in the morning.
The winery staff had come to open up.
They could not help being surprised to see Qin Liffei still there.
"Bro, why are you still here?"
Even the waiter responsible for opening the doors was dumbfounded.
This crippled bro had actually sat here all night?
"Do you sell breakfast here?" Qin Liffei asked.
"No. This place only has alcohol, but you can go buy some. There's somewhere selling breakfast a little way down the road."
"No!" Qin Liffei refused. "How about I give you money and you buy it for me?"
He would not leave this place.
The moment he walked away, it would be the same as standing someone up.
The consequences would be terrifying.
"Uh, all right!" The waiter was not cold-blooded either.
He helped Qin Liffei buy breakfast.
Qin Liffei then entered the winery and sat