But after his narrow escape from death, Zheng Yuan couldn't think about anything.
His gaze drifted to the open private-room door. Only then did he realize that the young man had been eating in there, heard the commotion outside, and come out to investigate. He had saved Zheng Yuan at the very last moment.
Zheng Yuan saw the dining table inside.
It was covered with empty plates.
So strongmen really did eat a lot?
The thought was a little beside the point.
Then he shook his head hard and let out a heavy breath.
What kind of nonsense was he thinking?
He'd been saved!
His lips slowly spread into a smile.
God hadn't abandoned him after all.
He'd almost thought he was going to die right there.
Thank goodness. Thank goodness.
He pressed hard against the left side of his chest. Otherwise, he was afraid his heart might leap right out.
"Zheng Yuan!"
"Zheng Yuan, are you okay?"
"Yuan?"
Zheng Yuan's companions hurried over.
The rampaging boy was also being held firmly by the shoulders by a middle-aged couple.
In an instant, voices rose and the scene descended into chaos.
"I'm fine."
Though he said so, Zheng Yuan clutched his colleague's arm tightly, his face still shaken.
"I was just scared half to death."
His voice trembled a little.
It wasn't just his voice; his body was trembling uncontrollably too.
His colleagues gathered around him, offering words of comfort.
They'd been terrified just watching, and their hearts still hadn't settled. How much worse must it be for Zheng Yuan, who'd been right in the middle of it?
It had been terrifying.
That boy looked so thin and quiet. How could he have been so vicious?
"We have this young man to thank."
One of his