"If you dislike the way I talk, why did you come here? How my mother raised me is none of your business. Are you incapable of holding your tongue?"
Zhang Qing’s face flushed red at the retort.
Suddenly, she slapped Zhang Ling’s lunchbox, knocking the unfinished meal onto the floor. Afraid that Zhang Ling might strike back, she immediately retreated behind her two bodyguards.
Chapter 30