"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Old Qi, I really don't know how to speak properly. You're generous, so please don't take offense at my words,"
Even though Wang Chan was reluctant to concede, at this point, she had no choice but to stoop low and humble herself. With an awkward expression and a forced smile, she said, "You're busy, and I have guests at home right now, so I won't keep you chatting..."
However, before Madame Wang Chan could finish her sentence, Mrs. Qi's cool voice had already reached her ears: "Old Wang, since you know you don't speak well, I hope you'll draft your words carefully in your mind before you speak from now on."
So bluntly humiliated, Wang Chan was filled with disbelief: "Old Qi, you..."
But Mrs. Qi didn't even give her another glance, turning around and heading straight back into her courtyard, and casually shutting the gate behind her.
Watching this unfold, Wang Chan felt deeply insulted, clenching her fists involuntarily, with a look of anger hard to conceal.