"I am." Xiaofeng looked at the two large bags of food the two teenagers had, and then at them. They were both around sixteen or seventeen, at an age where they knew no better.
In modern terms, this is an age of rebellion, the kind that even parents can't manage.
"Good, if it's yours." The teenager stretched out a finger, "Let me tell you, you can't afford to mess with any of us. Frankly, with just a word from me, your shop could face closure. So, you should really be showing us some respect."
One sentence, and we're supposed to please them. And how do we please them? Waiving the bill is clearly the best way.
"So that's how it is." Xiaofeng nodded, "Then how do we settle it with you guys touching my person?"
"She was asking for it—trying to stop us, insisting on payment. We were just trying to teach her a lesson," the teenager slurred, "To make her remember, next time she sees us guys, to show some respect."
