The female host cried deeply, completely lost control, and finally convulsed in her seat, disturbing everyone's meals in the restaurant.
Not everyone is narrow-minded.
Seeing her in such a state, the guests all showed concern. Martial Saint stood up with a forgiving attitude when the waitstaff were at a loss.
"Get a plastic bag, a disposable one will do."
"Stop meddling!"
Wu Guangjiang whispered angrily.
Martial Saint ignored him, tossed aside the peanut shells, patted his hands, and walked over.
"Quick, go get it."
The waitstaff, infected by his calmness, indeed brought a plastic bag.
Martial Saint took it and, without a word, attempted to put it over the host's head.
"What's this kid doing?!"
Wu Guangjiang almost jumped out of his seat in shock.
The girl, although impolite and called them hillbillies, shouldn't be murdered in front of everyone, right?!
Jiang Chen held his arm, "Martial Saint is saving her."
