C67 How Can I Do That

— The glass tea table squeaked on the floor. The next second, Xie Zian quietly stretched out his leg and nudged the side of the table. The coffee table stopped a few centimeters away from him.

Lu Shiyun's face turned green. He flung the cane in his hand at Lu Mingfei's face, pointing it at him as he scolded, "Mingfei, what are you doing? Do you think I'm dead? The words that I have just said