Chapter １６４

"Excuse me, Miss, but are you all right?" With worried eyes, the waiter inquired.

"Nothing." Susan waved her hand with difficulty, her arm burned and stung horribly, but she knew it was all her own fault, not the waiter's.

Blaky Sudan frowned slightly and stepped out of the private room when he heard Susan's voice.

Susan leaned against the wall, arm in hand, seeing the bits of dinnerware in front of her, and the waiter was perplexed, his eyes full of panic.

Only at a glance, his face couldn't stop shaking; gazing at Susan's pale face, which pretended to be strong, the bottom of his heart flashed a weirdness.

"What are you doing?" Blaky Sudan came forward the next second and ripped Susan's shirt sleeve to shreds.

Tear it apart!

Susan's shirt cracks at the shoulders as he uses too much power, and the thin cloth crumbles, making him delighted.

Susan became enraged and raised her hand to shield her chest.

In the blink of an eye, a coat was slung over her, totally encasing her.