"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, I suppose this saying is true indeed…"
Bai Xiaonian turned around to see who was speaking. Lu Jinnan was standing in front of the men's room, decked in a black suit, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth and his hands in his pockets. His tie was askew, and he was frowning as the white smoke from his cigarette lingered in the air. He squinted to look at her through the white mist with his lean chin tilted up, gallant and uninhibited.
They had previously exchanged words at the Fu family mansion, and Bai Xiaonian was still a little fearful of Lu Jinnan. After all, he had once killed someone. Beads of perspiration started dripping down the back of her neck.
She gazed intently at Lu Jinnan and spoke in a friendlier tone than when she was speaking to Wen Moshen. "I was just stating the truth, what do you mean by hell hath no fury like a woman scorned? I don't get why you would say that, Mr. Lu."
