Over the years, Qiaoqiao, having braved through trials and tribulations, was no longer the easily angered, impulsive, and irritable Qiao Xiaon'an of the past. Heaven had brought Yun Mo into her life, and with him, different people and experiences filled her mind with wisdom and experiences, along with a poised demeanor that never faltered in the face of events.
Faced with the middle-aged man's mockery, she simply brushed the stray hair by her ears aside with elegance and responded with a faint smile, "Does Mr. Zhong still take such pleasure in belittling others so freely?"
"Belittling? You're nothing but a whore—mind your own damn business," he retorted.
"If you apologize to me now, and to this lady here, perhaps I can overlook your offensive words," she said, positioning the young and pretty waitress behind her for protection, before adding, "You have three seconds."
"Ha, who do you think you are? A queen? Get the hell away from me," he scoffed.
Slap!
