"I don't care who you are, get out of here, you're just an eyesore. You Chinese like to put on airs." The store clerk grabbed Li Haidong's collar, clearly not planning to stop until he left.
"I'm giving you one last chance, let go of me, or you'll pay the price," Li Haidong threatened once more.
The sneer on the clerk's face grew even more menacing. "You've gotten addicted to pretending to be rich. You should take a piss and take a good look at yourself to see if you deserve it."
The harshness of the clerk's words was chilling. She was only around twenty-five or six, speaking to someone over fifty like this was extremely offensive.
Sang Ning didn't know if Li Haidong was angry or not, but her slap was faster than any words or actions, landing hard on the clerk's face.
