Xu Qing's expression darkened as she walked up to the man. "You look like a scholar. Why are you scolding me? Is the bookstore a place for shameless people like you?"
Many people had already come to watch the commotion. Even the manager of the bookstore walked out. The manager looked to be in his fifties or sixties, and he looked righteous and serious. However, he didn't seem to intend to interfere. There seemed to be a hint of interest in his eyes.
"I'm telling the truth! The bookstore is a place for scholars! Look at you guys, holding hands in a mushy manner. It's simply immoral!" The man took a long time to calm down, but he still couldn't stand up. He could only sit on the ground and say with a flushed face.
