Don't forget, I almost strangled you just now. The way you rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue was as disgusting as it gets. Especially seeing your face, it makes me so sick I can't eat. You're like disgust to the power of N, with N being infinite—"
"Slap—" Ji Luo backhanded the servant helping her bandage her wound.
The servant was immediately stunned.
Ji Luo's eyes were sharp, "Are your hands pig's trotters? Get away from me, don't touch me with your disgusting hands."
The servant was very aggrieved, "Miss Ji, I..."
"What do you mean 'I'? Hearing a single word from you makes me sick again, shut your stinking mouth."
"Indirect insults?" Ye Anqi laughed coldly, "If you've got the guts, say it to my face. What kind of skill is that, talking to a servant? You Ji Luo aren't very skilled, are you scared of me now?"
Ji Luo spun around, "Afraid of you? That's a joke! I could kill you right now and send you to the eighteenth level of hell!"
