The woman's beaming smile stiffened, turning awkward. She was stuck, unsure whether to sit or stand, but still managed to force a laugh.
"Oh, now, sir, don't be so angry. A girl just wants to come over and have a couple of drinks with you..."
Before she could finish, a crisp slap echoed out, and the woman was sent flying without so much as a grunt.
The trajectory of her flight was remarkably precise. She perfectly avoided everything inside the small eatery, flew straight through the door curtain, and landed in the snow outside.
However, she was quick to move, flipping back to her feet the instant she landed.
Her left cheek was swollen high, twisting her once-charming face into a hideous mask.
She shot a venomous glare back into the eatery, then turned and left without another word.
Wu Liangchen didn't give chase.
'To him, trash like her wasn't worth wasting time on.'
