Fuck! What the hell is this bastard saying? His comments are becoming increasingly explicit—it's like he's treating her as if she were a prostitute, isn't he?
Unable to take it anymore, Su Liuying suddenly stood up, and her chair made a creaking noise that sounded particularly grating in the quiet restaurant, drawing the gaze of the patrons toward their table.
Quan Tianyou happened to be dining in the restaurant too. Hearing the commotion, he looked over and saw that Su Liuying was having a dispute with that old man.
"Motherfucker! Are you sick? If you're sick, go to a mental hospital and get treated!"
"You slut, how dare you insult me! Do you think you're any better? Aren't you just after my money!"
The old man's face twisted, and Su Liuying couldn't stand his humiliating tone any longer. She grabbed the bowl of miso soup from the table and poured it over his head.
