Yu Jingrong was still not willing to pay her any mind; who would want to deal with a brainless, self-righteous idiot?
But as she tried to bypass Hong Huina, Huina reached out and grabbed her arm,
Huina simply wouldn't let her go. In Jingrong's clasp was a tub of Spicy and Sour Rice Noodles. With one swift pull from Huina, Jingrong's body spun, and her Spicy and Sour Rice Noodles tumbled to the ground, the noodles and soup scattering all over the floor.
Jingrong paused, frowning at her, "Hong Huina, you knocked over my Spicy and Sour Rice Noodles."
Huina snorted coldly, disdainfully retorting, "And if I did knock over your Spicy and Sour Rice Noodles? So what?"
Jingrong didn't want to engage in a long argument with her, and staring at her sternly she said, "When you damage someone's property, you should compensate and apologize. That's basic manners."
