Lawrence's face changed dramatically, "What did you say, you stinking girl! Have you had enough of living!"
Before he could start cursing, he was interrupted by Sheng Qianxia—
"It's you who stink to high heaven, can't you smell it yourself?"
Sheng Qianxia tossed the teapot on the plate held by the waiter and continued:
"I'll pay for tonight's meal. Because eating your food, I'll live in the shadow of wanting to vomit for the rest of my life! Mr. Lawrence, please go back where you came from and hope that from now on, I will never see you in City A again!"
Lawrence was fuming, "You—you—you—"
Before he could finish, Sheng Qianxia interrupted him again—
"Also! This street is called 'Ten Miles of Red Makeup', Mr. Lawrence, if you don't know the origin of this street, you should do your research well! It's a holy, pure white fairy tale world, so please, you smelly old man reeking of the smell of copper coins, never come here again to tarnish its beauty."
