Sheng Youxia hadn't expected they were calling for them, so she continued striding forward.
With a loud crash—
A wine bottle came hurling down directly from the second floor, shattering to pieces in front of them.
Splashes of wine stained Sheng Youxia's instep, and she quickly pulled Gao Min aside, looking up.
On the railing of the second floor, a silhouette hung lazily, still holding another bottle, appearing ready to let go at any moment.
"Are you sick!"
Throwing objects from a height, in another two or three seconds it could have hit them squarely in the forehead.
The man's wavering arm stopped, probably never having been addressed like this in his life.
"Did you curse me?"
Sheng Youxia knew well that in a place like this, less trouble was better than more, so she ignored the remark and attempted to leave with Gao Min.
"Hold on, block them."
Out of nowhere, a group of people emerged, blocking their way directly.