The speaker was a young woman, her tone dripping with disdain as she looked impatiently at Xia Liang.
Her remark caused the others present to frown slightly, but no one spoke out.
Xia Liang turned his head and raised an eyebrow at the two of them.
The first has an innocent air with her simple makeup, he thought. The other, however, is caked in heavy makeup. To put it nicely, she's the type who acts pure but is actually manipulative; to put it bluntly, she looks like a prostitute.
He spoke with a half-smile, "Excuse me, I'm a customer, too. There's an empty seat right here. Take it or leave it."
Xia Liang couldn't be bothered to bicker with her any further and lowered his head to continue playing with his phone.
When the woman first saw Xia Liang's face, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes, but his nonchalant demeanor quickly irritated her.
