Tang Huai was neither angry nor flustered, casually crossing her arms and leaning against the wall, looking at the woman who had lost her composure with a smile that filled the space, her presence overshadowing the woman several-fold.
She had the upper hand!
She was smiling, but there was an air of disdain and arrogance in her eyes.
Seeing her like this only infuriated the woman more.
With equal disdain, the woman looked Tang Huai up and down and sneered, "So tell me, who is your man?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"You bumped into me, and you think you can leave without telling me who your man is?"
