A man in his fifties, whose demeanor was slightly refined, rushed over with a few men who looked like security guards: "Who is the ignorant fool who dared to cross you? Let me teach him a good lesson."
With her backer here, the fat woman perked up and pointed at Su Xuan and his friends: "It's those three, hurry up and teach them a lesson for me."
The refined man glanced over at Su Xuan's side and felt a sense of recognition, but he didn't pay it much mind. He turned to the five or six security guards behind him and said, "You guys, give that man a good beating for me, to vent my wife's anger."
After saying that, he started to comfort Sister Mei, who looked like a fat pig: "Alright, wife, don't be angry. Didn't you want to pick out a handbag? Let me help you choose, okay?"
"I was in a good mood until these three poor bastards ruined it," the fat woman said, though she still moved towards the handbag shelves nearby.
