The woman hung her head low, and Gu Enen couldn't see her face at all. All she could see was the man gripping her, dressed in a fine suit and sitting on the sofa, pointing arrogantly at the shattered coffee cup on the floor and the woman opposite him before saying, "Miss, don't you watch where you're going? You knocked over the coffee and scalded someone, don't you think you owe an apology? Just like that, not even a peep and you plan to leave? Do you know who you scalded? Do you know how much that outfit you dirtied is worth?"
Gu Enen wasn't concerned about who she had scalded, she just stood there with a cold face, fiercely shaking off the hand that was holding her wrist, then pulled out a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills from the bag she carried with her and placed them on the table. Looking up, she glanced at the person who had just been speaking to her and asked, "Is this enough?"
