If it wasn't intentional, it would be fine, but she showed no intention of apologizing, making it hard for Su Xiaomeng not to think the worst.
"Uncle?"
Luo Feiya smirked and then turned around. When she looked at Su Xiaomeng, the expression haunted Su Xiaomeng for a long, long time—such a contemptuous gaze, with a cold sneer, as if she were some dirty thing…
"You call him 'uncle'? What now? Are services these days so interesting?"
Su Xiaomeng, being inexperienced, didn't immediately grasp the deeper meaning behind her words.
But the words that followed from Luo Feiya made her completely understand.
"How many days have you been here? How much is Shixiu paying you? I'll offer you double, just leave, and don't show up again."
She was like a proud peacock, with her head held high and that look of disdain on her face… at that moment, she overlapped with those most vicious and annoying wealthy heirs in idol dramas on sixty-inch screens.
Script inspired by reality, indeed.
