The fat man was left standing off to the side, his jaw hanging so low it nearly touched the floor in utter humiliation.
"Oh, it is quite simple, really. This fat, bald, ugly pig decided to come into my teahouse and harass my head manager." Bai Xifeng chuckled, explaining the situation with a casual air. "He demanded that my manager hand over the confidential identity of the secret supplier who provides us with our Spiritual Qi Tea. And when she refused, he threatened to use his royal connections to report her to the Slaves Department and have her sold into servitude. Don't you think that's just the most absurd, ridiculous thing you have ever heard?"
Bai Xifeng spoke lightly, as if she were merely sharing a funny joke over afternoon tea.
However, the Royal Guards were not stupid. They immediately caught the terrifying, bone-chilling glint in her eyes that contradicted her casual smile.
