"Brat, do you fucking know how to read people? You can't even hold a bowl of instant noodles properly. Go home and drink milk!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
On the other side of the room, a dark-skinned young man was busy cleaning up the instant noodles bowl at his feet and repeatedly apologizing.
The young man in a suit had some residue of instant noodle soup on his trousers. However, he did not let it go. He kicked the instant noodles over and it landed on the young man's face.
"Sorry? A simple apology? Do you know how much my pants cost? You don't f*cking want to compensate me, and you just want to apologize?"
"Looking at you, you look like a poor country bumpkin. If you don't know how to take a train, then don't learn to take a train. Where are your parents?"
There were really thousands of faces.
The young man was only dressed in cleaner clothes. He shouted twice, but he had the temperament of a rich man.
