Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't help being frightened when she saw someone being beaten so badly and screaming.
Oh my god, do you want the fight to be so terrifying
"What should I do? Why did they start fighting? Are they fighting because of me? Did I just do something?" Mu Xiaoxiao had a look of doubt on her face, thinking that they were fighting to please her.
Ye Zhiyuan coughed and said awkwardly, "They fought because of me."
Mu Xiaoxiao looked confused.
ah
Not for her, but for him
What is going on!
"Then hurry up and tell them not to fight!" Mu Xiaoxiao didn't understand the situation, but felt that it would not be good to continue the fighting like this. Some people were injured, which looked very serious, and tables and chairs were damaged.
"I screamed, but looking at this, can you persuade me?" Ye Zhiyuan was also helpless, touched the corner of his mouth and sighed.
"Are you okay?" Mu Xiaoxiao saw that the corners of his mouth were red, swollen, and bleeding, and it hurt to look at him.
Ye Zhiyuan shook his head, "It's okay, let's stop them first."
Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't laugh or cry, "Do you mean to ask me to stop it? I don't know what to do."
She won't be able to cope with such a situation at all!
After thinking about it, she thought of a good idea. She raised her hands and shouted, "You all stop! Don't fight! If anyone stops, I will reward you!"
This should be okay, right
However, these people were so distracted that they seemed not to hear her words.
Mu Xiaoxiao was anxious, "What should I do? It's useless!"
Ye Zhiyuan also couldn't laugh or cry.
A waiter walked over cautiously and asked Ye Zhiyuan, "Brother Zhiyuan, why don't we call the police?"
If the fighting continues like this, what will happen if someone is killed
It would be okay if two people were fighting. A few of them could forcefully separate the two people. But if a group of people were fighting and fighting so fiercely, whoever tried to break up the fight would suffer. They are all little waiters, and some of these male public relations people have been working out to keep in shape, and their bodies are full of muscles. They, little waiters, cannot withstand a punch from these people.
Ye Zhiyuan frowned, shook his head and said, "No, you can't call the police."
"Then what should we do? By the way, go up and ask others to come down and help?" a waiter suggested.
For now, this method should be the most feasible.
Ye Zhiyuan thought for a while and felt that it was not good to implicate other people, so he said, "Is the manager upstairs? Go and call him."
"It should be here. I remember the manager didn't come back last night. I'll go up and ask the manager to come down right away!"
The waiter quickly ran away.
"Ah!" Mu Xiaoxiao screamed in shock, pointing at the person who was kicked to the ground, "What should I do? He vomited blood!"
Ye Zhiyuan was also anxious. Two people who regularly exercised seemed to have red eyes and didn't know the importance of their actions.
If we keep fighting like this, something will really happen!
"No, we have to stop them quickly."
Mu Xiaoxiao thought he was going up, so she reached out and grabbed his arm, shook her head and said, "Don't go! You may be accidentally injured."
"But..." You can't just ignore it!
Just when the two of them were anxious, a cold voice came from behind.
"Xiao Xiao."
When Mu Xiaoxiao heard this familiar voice, her expression was startled, and she turned back to look at the person who walked in.
The man was wearing a black trench coat and his handsome face was handsome.
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(End of chapter)