Mu Qing sprang up from the chair all of a sudden and bellowed angrily. "What did you say, Zhao Anan? Say it once again! Bastard Zheng Jing, doesn't he know that a friend's wife can never be offended? I will kill him if he has dared to touch my girlfriend."
Zhao Anan tugged her creased sleeves and said calmly, "What are you getting so excited about? I meant to say that I had a fight with him."
She wanted to laugh but she held it inside and sat in a poised manner on the chair.
Unfortunately, with a bruised face, unkempt hair and wrinkled clothes, she didn't look elegant at all. More so, when there was dust all over her.
Mu Qing got so enraged by Zhao Anan's words that he almost lost his breath.
