When everyone else was afraid to provoke the shrew, Lin Fan spoke up.
Instantly, everyone looked at Lin Fan.
The middle-aged woman was infuriated: "What did you say? You said my son brought it upon himself? Are you fucking blind? It was clearly this little bitch's fault!"
The middle-aged woman pointed at Lin Fan and cursed. Seeing Lin Fan dressed plainly, she assumed he was a nobody, just a poor sap, so she naturally didn't bother to be polite.
Lin Fan wasn't angry; he calmly said, "Look at your family's table; it's a mess, with juices splattered everywhere, even on the floor. The waitress slipped because she stepped on the greasy mess on the ground. If it weren't for you dirtying the floor first, she wouldn't have slipped. So, at the root of it, it's your own fault. Am I wrong to say you brought it upon yourselves?"
