Gu Che's expression was extremely ugly as he spoke in a deep voice, "Miss, by the looks of your outfit, you don't seem to be one of those lowlife scum, yet your mouth is even more shameless than the lowest of women. We were just peacefully purchasing clothes, but you started hurling insults out of nowhere. If we were like you, we would've already torn your filthy mouth to shreds."
Qinghe raised her eyebrows in surprise, seemingly not expecting Gu Che to speak such words. To be even less than the lowest of women—what kind of person that would be, one didn't need to say. As Qinghe looked up at his gloomy face, exuding a terrifying presence, she suddenly recalled their first encounter.
