The onlookers began to quietly back away.
Only their three voices echoed back and forth in the space.
Shanshan was thoroughly fed up.
Her gaze swept over them both before finally settling on Kang Yueyue's face.
"Me, uncultured? That's rich, coming from you. And what does that make you? An outsider sticking her nose into someone else's family. You have the nerve to lecture me about propriety?"
With that said, she didn't spare the other woman another glance and resumed walking toward the checkout counter.
Shanshan had raised her voice for that last sentence, and the entire store fell silent in an instant.
The color drained from Cao Daqiang's face. He instinctively took half a step to the side, putting some distance between himself and the woman.
