Wang Wenqian was directly broken by what I said.
She screamed and raised her hand to rush at me to hit me. I immediately raised my bag to block her. When people outside the restaurant heard the physical conflict happening inside, they hurriedly rushed in.
"What's going on, what's going on! Don't use violence, or we'll call the police!"
Wang Wenqian was stopped and cried out in disarray, hugging Mao Yingying in an utterly pathetic manner.
Mao Yingying frowned at me, lecturing, "Huo Zhiwei, Qianqian just said a couple of truths, why are you speaking so harshly?"
I sneered, "Good advice is unpleasant to the ears, and good medicine tastes bitter. I'm also telling the truth, if you don't like to hear it, that's not my problem."
It turns out the sayings of a scumbag are always useful.
I waved to the people who came in, "You guys can leave, there's no need for you here, I'll handle it."
The restaurant staff exchanged glances, but eventually nodded and prepared to leave.