"Who is inhuman, you know it yourself. Old Madame, at your age, to have someone tear apart your dignity like this must be hard to bear," Shi Jingzhou's gloomy voice sounded, truly frightening.
Qiao Zhiyi was afraid that Shi Jingzhou might actually be threatening the old lady.
She thought so, and so could others.
The female reporter immediately asked him, "Mr. Shi, what do you mean by this? Are you threatening an elderly person? Also, could you show us some respect? There are so many people here, yet you keep wearing a mask. What's the reason that you can't show your true face?"
"This reporter, I want to ask you, which word in what my husband said made you feel threatened?" Qiao Zhiyi, with anger boiling inside, couldn't help but retort, "And, how does my husband wearing a mask equate to disrespecting you? He doesn't know you, he can present himself however he wants. What business is it of yours?"
