"It's all your fault! You started this mess!"
Han Zihan gritted her teeth.
"You said Xia Liang is just a poor worker, looking down on him!"
"I bought you an 8-point bag, and now you turn your back on me just like that?"
Yang Zhiyuan was furious, throwing the bag on the table at Han Zihan.
Han Zihan, both annoyed and ashamed,
"Who wants your stuff? Take it back!"
She threw it back at Yang Zhiyuan.
The scheming woman and Bootlicker No. 11 instantly turned on each other, a dog-eat-dog fight breaking out.
I'm outta here.
People around stood up, shamefacedly cupping their hands to Xia Liang.
"Xia Liang, sorry for tonight."
"We're wrong, Master Xia, please forgive us."
Xia Liang gave Li Xuelei a look and stood up.
"Alright, let's call it a night. Han Zihan, Yang Zhiyuan, stop fighting, you'll have to pay if you break something."
After saying this, Xia Liang turned his head and left.
