"Hmph!" Liao Zhijie turned and walked away.
Limping, Liao Zhijie made his way to the nearby sofa area. Li Dapang, this guy holding a plate of food in his left hand, slowly walked towards Xiao Han, then spoke up, "Xiao Han, why bother with these people? It's just a dog. By the way, want something to eat?"
"Eat what?" Xiao Han replied disdainfully and then said, "It's all junk, low-class food. Look at what kind of crap is this!"
Upon hearing this, everyone who had been about to eat was taken aback. Each of them opened their mouths wide, the food still not swallowed.
"Xiao Han, what do you mean by that?"
"Are you trying to disgust us on purpose?"
"Ignore him, he's just a sore loser. He probably hasn't even seen, let alone eaten, these kinds of foods!"
The group was clearly very unhappy, and they started to verbally attack Xiao Han. Chen Zihan also seemed somewhat surprised by Xiao Han's sudden outburst and didn't understand why he would say such a thing.