Speaking of that bottle of red ink, it was something she had just bought today. It cost her quite a few silver dollars, but using it on Ouyang Che was indeed very satisfying.
Sitting in the taxi, Ye Anhao's mind kept replaying the scene earlier. Every time she thought of splashing the man with red ink through the car window, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The taxi driver in the front seat couldn't help but glance sideways and ask with a smile, "Miss, what makes you so happy?"
Ye Anhao held back her laughter for a while before she leisurely replied, "If you've been bullied by someone for a long time, but one day, you make that person lose face in front of their subordinates, how would you feel?"
"That would certainly feel great," the driver said.
Ye Anhao stared at the now empty bottle of red ink and said with a smile, "That's exactly how I'm feeling right now."
