"You call this assault?" she calmly looked at the person before her, a trace of redness still lingering on her pale cheeks, which wasn't very noticeable, but because of her light skin tone, appeared all the more pitifully swollen.
The manager also didn't know what he was thinking. He stopped dead, opened his mouth, but in the end, didn't say a word.
Yao Qing withdrew her gaze but applied more pressure with her hand. Her elbow hurt a little, a sign of too long without exercise.
The plump woman bellowed under her grasp, "Let me go!"
Flailing her arms and legs, she caught sight of the manager standing aside, not knowing what to do or say, and suddenly raised her voice.
"Aren't you going to throw this crazy woman out yet? Do you know who I am?! Standing there looking stupid, I will make sure you're jobless by tonight!"
Her status, while somewhat significant, wasn't exceptional. A nouveau riche, her husband was an official, and that man over there was probably her cousin.
