"Mo Rutian, I'm not that cheap! Don't look down on everyone like they are beneath you!" Hua Xiaomo coldly retorted, her eyes sharp with a piercing force that seemed to shoot right through him, causing him the kind of soul-deep pain that was both ruthless and keen.
"Yes, I don't have money, but just because I'm poor, does it mean I have to give up my dignity to you rich folks who put on airs? To trample upon myself?" Hua Xiaomo looked at him and replied with a cold laugh, "As for what happens between Qi Longbing and me, that's none of your business. Please don't bother me anymore!"
Having said that, Hua Xiaomo noticed that the elevator was about to reach the ground floor again, and she prepared to step forward, passing beside him when suddenly—
"Get away!" Hua Xiaomo exclaimed angrily, quickly averting her face, but the harsh dampness still smeared her cheek, bringing a deep flush to it.
