Watching Bai Xiaofan and the others continue to eat and drink on the side, Sun Di was already cursing in his heart!
Fuck!
His wrist was still impaled by a chopstick, with blood flowing non-stop, yet you all couldn't show a shred of humanity?
At the very least, could you take the chopstick out of this young master's wrist first?
What kind of people are you?
Sun Di had secretly tried to remove it, only to realize that the chopstick seemed to be glued to the table and his wrist, completely unmoving no matter how much effort he applied!
The worst part was, he didn't dare use too much force. First, he was afraid Bai Xiaofan might notice, and second, excessive effort made the wound on his wrist throb with unbearable pain!
"This wine's not bad, must've cost quite a bit? Truly, you've gone all out!"
Bai Xiaofan called over the server, had the wine Sun Di brought opened, poured himself a glass, and commented very contentedly.
Sun Di said nothing…
