"You know." Monica smiled at Jacob. Then, she sighed and said, "It's really hot here. Hey, I'll order a cup of ice water. Do you want one?"
"No, I can still hold on. Don't complain about the heat here. In fact, this is already considered quite cool for this place." Jacob smiled slightly and said, "If you come in the hot season, you can't cry."
"I'm glad I don't live here." Monica sighed.
At this time, a waiter came over with a tray in his hand. There was a glass of iced water on the tray. He put the glass in front of Monica and bowed slightly to her.
Monica thanked him, and then she reached out to take the glass of ice water. At this time, a strange feeling burst out in Jacob's heart. He suddenly stood up, grabbed the waiter's hand, and then punched the waiter with his right fist.
With a thud, the waiter fell to the ground. Monica was shocked. She suddenly stood up and screamed, "Jacob, what are you doing?"