He turned his head to look at Mo Sanniang again, and asked in a low voice, "You, how did you offend someone from the Yamen?"
Thinking that he was afraid, Xie Zhiyuan scorned his cowardice even more. He "sincerely" advised Mo Sanniang, who was protected by Meng Liangdong, "Sanniang, look at your choice of men. I thought if you didn't follow my advice, you'd at least find a man stronger than me. And what happened? Hah, nothing but a coward!"
Mo Sanniang's face went pale, she bit her lip, and tried to push Meng Liangdong aside, but the stubborn man wouldn't budge.
With no other choice, Mo Sanniang could only lean out from behind him, stretched her neck defiantly, and retorted, "Xie Zhiyuan, you're about to get married, why can't you leave me alone? Today you come to my shop making a scene, and now you're slandering my relationship with Mr. Meng, do you realize how disgusting you are making yourself look to me?"
Disgusting?
