Maria turned around, looking at Qiao Xiaren in disbelief: "What did you say? Say that again?"
"I said, you! Shall! Not! Leave!"
Qiao Xiaren suddenly strode towards Maria, who felt a gust of cold wind as Xiaren now stood in front of her: "You know nothing, yet you blather in front of others, you've got guts."
Xia Ren suddenly seized Maria's wrist, and Maria, a 1.7-meter-tall woman, was tugged by of Xia Ren, struggled to keep her balance, her voice indifferent.
"Are you out of your mind?"
This open mockery, no trace of deference to Maria, people passing through the corridor couldn't help but stare. Maria, unused to such public humiliation, was defenseless in front of all these people.
Maria frowned, struggling unconsciously: "Let go of me!"
Everyone saw Maria teetering on tiptoes, barely able to keep her balance.
In contrast, Qiao Xiaren was nonchalant.
Holy Cow!
For some reason, looking at Qiao Xiaren gave off a sense of dominance.
Stunned into silence.