Yoi’s glance went past Dorie and fixed on Annabelle, “Miss Xia, are you and your friend trying to cause trouble?”
Dorie’s anger roused when she heard that, just when she was about to speak her mind, Annabelle took the initiative and said to Yoi, giving her a botox smile, “Miss Han, what do you think we can gain from disturbing you?”
“Exactly!” Dorie assented.
“Well, why would I know?!” Yoi leered provocatively at Annabelle.
This haughty attitude of Yoi was really testing their patience. Dorie decided not to lay low anymore and challenged her, “If dignity is worth money, yours probably can buy a can of soda!”
This wealthy and spoiled lady had never been insulted all her life. She clenched her fists and her nose flared with fumes of anger.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY!?” She yelled furiously.
“Well, apparently not only are you behaving like a cat’s arse, but you’re deaf like one too.”
“You little…” Yoi was breathless with anger and she stomped hot-temperedly with her heels, “Alistair, look at them, they are bullying me…”
All these dramas did not faze Mu one bit and he appeared to be completely undisturbed. With a light-hearted tone he told Yoi, “Yoi, why do you get upset because of them? Isn’t that degrading?”
Once again, Yoi’s face took a 180 degrees change, back to her sweetened look. She stuck out her chest and her nose flared in pride, “You are right! I shouldn’t bring myself low like this!”
And now the ball of insult was served right on back.
Dorie was still struggling to keep her anger in check while Annabelle had been showing her humourless smile.
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