"I am," Tang Yuxin affirmed, believing that she had lead a virtuous life, she had never harmed anyone or done anything morally egregious in her lifetime. Why should she be ashamed of the name her father gave her?
The old man walked in, minding his own business.
He seemed partially satisfied with the quad-yard residence; well, the residence itself, not a certain occupant.
"What a pity," the old man surveyed the surroundings, squinted his eyes and cast a sidelong glance at Tang Yuxin, "The property is indeed pretty, but unfortunately a woman with questionable morals stays here."
"What do you mean by that?"
Tang Yuxin knew the adage 'If good men don't come, the bad ones will', but never did she expect an unacquainted person to shower her with a barrage of unprovoked insults the moment they encountered each other.
She respects the old and cherishes the young, but that doesn't mean she will tolerate random, unwarranted verbal abuse.
