"You impotent cuckold, why are you so arrogant? I'm willing to talk to you because I think highly of you."
Liu Hui snorted coldly, her face filled with disdain. None of Jiang Yuyan's friends took a fancy to Su Chengyu and treated him as a joke.
"Useless thing, are you living in a kennel or begging somewhere? How dare you sneak into such a high-end bar? Are you worthy? I…"
Liu Hui was smug and had a mocking expression on her face. The more she spoke, the more enthusiastic she became. Su Chengyu was too lazy to listen and directly poured the remaining half of the cocktail in her hand on Liu Hui's face, interrupting her chatter.
"Noisy."
"You… you useless thing, how dare you splash wine on me?!"
The powder on Liu Hui's face immediately smudged, and her entire face was blurry. She pointed at Su Chengyu and was unable to restrain her anger.