Yao Fangfang cursed smoothly and naturally looked up, the face across from her came into view, her almond eyes widened, "You, you, it's you..."
Chen Ming chuckled, the stubble on his chin still unshaven, making him look like a middle-aged man.
He lit a cigarette, looked at the arrogant young lady across from him, who was about the same age as him, and his initial intention to apologize faded away. The words that came out were not polite at all, "A young lady with such a venomous tongue, calling me a bumpkin, you're the one who looks like a bumpkin."
He thought the girl would continue cursing, but unexpectedly, she awkwardly twisted her hands and stammered, "I didn't mean it, I, I didn't know it was you..."
She had been so arrogant just now, but changed so quickly. Chen Ming couldn't be bothered to explore the reason for this change, "You seem fine, so if everything's okay, I'm leaving."
