Fang Lin glanced at the young woman. Her appearance was rather decent, but that superior tone of hers made Fang Lin quite unhappy.
"Don't be disrespectful!" The old man with a large mole on his face scolded, causing the woman to purse her lips. Her gaze toward Fang Lin still carried disdain.
The old man offered a slightly apologetic fist salute toward Fang Lin. "Young friend, please forgive her. My disciple was far too rude."
Fang Lin waved his hand. "It's nothing. I've met plenty of people like this before—I'm used to it."
The old man's expression stiffened, and the young woman instantly erupted in anger, pointing at Fang Lin. "What did you say? What kind of person do you think I am? Explain yourself clearly!"
Fang Lin grinned. "Why don't you tell me what kind of person you think you are?"
The woman's gaze grew frosty. She was known for her fiery temper and was quick to anger, combined with her distinguished upbringing that fostered arrogance.
