Yang Xiao had a habit, if someone treated him with respect, he would return it tenfold; if someone treated him with malice, he would return it in kind.
Since that woman was so disrespectful to him, he naturally wouldn't show her any courtesy either.
Moreover, the woman's shouting had frightened Mo Mo, causing her to cling to him tightly with great force.
This was akin to directly touching Yang Xiao's sore spot, just as Liu Xi had done before, and his fate was still evident.
This made it even less likely for Yang Xiao to treat the woman in front of him with a good attitude; even his eyes turned icy cold.
The woman, under the gaze of Yang Xiao's icy stare, instinctively felt some fear, but quickly she suppressed it.
She puffed out her chest, not to entice Yang Xiao as she had done with Young Master Ding earlier, but to muster her courage.
