Jiang Chuan raised his head and looked at him coldly, a hint of a sneer curling at his lips, and said blandly, "You sure talk a lot. If you have something to say, spit it out!"
Young Master Zhao sat sprawled in the chair, a look of arrogance in his eyes, and said coldly, "Fine, I'll be direct then!"
"Country bumpkin, you heard it just now. You embarrassed my girlfriend, and she's very upset."
"So you'd better kneel in front of him immediately and apologize, otherwise, I guarantee you won't walk out of this restaurant. Do you believe it or not?"
In Young Master Zhao's view, people like Jiang Chuan from the countryside couldn't possibly understand these things.
This world is inherently unequal, it is a paradise for the upper class.
Poor people like them live like ants, having no right to challenge them, nor even the right to stand beside them.
