At first listen, it seems like the words were meant for him.
Ou Chengtian's earlier displeasure had transformed into a thin layer of anger. He turned around, only to realize that the voice wasn't addressing him.
The woman standing in front of him not only had a babylike voice, but her face was also as adorable as a doll's.
Her slightly chubby, round face and large twinkling eyes made her particularly cute.
Her adorable upturned nose and cherry-like lips spoke incessantly, like a downpour of a bean bag, non-stop.
Next to her stood a man in his thirties with a forgettable face that would easily be lost in a crowd.
While Ou Chengtian was still wondering what had happened, he saw the man shake off the woman's hand that was holding onto his clothes, and say angrily, "Which eye of yours saw me bump into you? I was clearly walking ahead, you fell down yourself, don't blame it on me."
The man seemed very uncouth, and his entire outfit screamed nouveau riche.
