Lin Xueli, standing nearby, looked a little surprised at the sight. Watching Tang Wanwan actually wielding a knife, she shook her head slightly, stepped forward, patted her shoulder, and said earnestly:
"Let it go. Teaching him a lesson is enough. Stop using a real knife. If something happens, there'll be trouble afterward. Someone like him isn't worth it. Think it over."
Holding her knife and fork, Tang Wanwan smiled at those words. Looking at Murong Yunhai, who lay on the ground crying with fright, she waved the utensils and teased:
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I just want to teach this guy a lesson and let him know that a rose like me has thorns. An empty sack like him can't have me. I like stronger men, like this one beside me. Did you hear that clearly? Now get lost."
Lying on the ground, Murong Yunhai heard her words, and a trace of hatred appeared in his eyes. He nodded, then left with his lackeys.
Watching from nearby, Ye Xingchen couldn't help sighing inwardly. He thought Tang Wanwan really was a walking disaster. Wasn't she just making trouble for him by saying that?
At a loss for words, he glanced at the time, then looked at Xiaohua and said:
"We should head back. Let's leave today's meal at that. We can eat together another time. Have fun, you two. We're leaving!"
Watching their retreating figures, Lin Xueli looked somewhat wistful. She turned to glance at Tang Wanwan, patted her shoulder, and teased:
"My dear little cousin, since when did you become so reckless? Besides, that guy clearly isn't interested in you. Why insist on going on the offensive like that? And that young girl beside him is very likely his girlfriend. She's no less pretty than you!"
Tang