That large angry man was stomping his way over and a cold rage washed over Yuan Xuelan's body. He stood up immediately, jostling the plates on the table. "Who the heck do you even think you're speaking to!?" He scolded.
But Wu Shen wasn't interested in Yuan Xuelan and continued to swear at Liu Sumeng. His face flushed with alcohol and anger. He had lost all vestige of his earlier elegance and instead spat like a delinquent, "You little fucker, even going as far as getting your master to speak in your place. Do you have no shame? Hah! Should have known you were a pansy!"
Who did he even think he was!? Yuan Xuelan was unthinking as he stepped between the fatass and Liu Sumeng, his hands curled into fists. "Are you a fucking imbecile?!"
During this entire exchange, Liu Sumeng remained quiet. Many eyes were upon them and he didn't feel comfortable in the middle of such a pointless scene. Sighing internally, Liu Sumeng quietly wrapped his fingers around Xuelan's wrist, "It's okay."
